Hey. Let's pretend, just for a while, that I am you and you are me. Let's exchange lives. They'd be the same, right? We'd hang out with the same sort of people- listen to the same kind of music- read the same genre of books. Maybe the only difference would be that you're content without having fallen in love.
Or maybe you are in love, and out there, somewhere, you say "be gentle," and the night throws its dark blanket over you. Will you give me this kindness? Will you let me believe that nobody is alone?
I feel like no one could feel the way I do now. Isn't that vain? Probably a million other people are feeling this strange saudade. Parallel selves?
It is the way of people- of humans- to yearn for the unattainable.
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