Perfect nights for me. Perfect afternoons for you.
Finally, someone gave me a sleepless night. A different kind.
You gave me the best sleepless night ever.
There weren't any tears, neither were there smiles.
There was only hope.
A hope that I could meet you one day.
Then you left.
Oh, why am I not surprised?
And the funny part,
I'm getting the hang of people going out of my life.
Is that a good thing?
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