Dreams are made winding through her hair. Looking through the window, hoping the lines of discontent reach her through the cables. He pines for a glance. Trying not to feel, he walks as if he doesn't care. This is not the end. A memory he holds dear, one he could've dealt better with. He fell in love without meeting her.


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