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sometimes, when I wake up, the sun shines threw the window in the perfect way, in the way that we would envision in a perfect world, and my room seems to be huge, but empty. lacking in something, that I can't quite name. but now I believe that the thing that its lacking is your heart and mine being melded into one perfect being. I lie alone in my bed on one side leaving room for the distant dream that was you I can still see you there I don't know who you are but you are there lying along my shadow. a vision of perfection and all I can see are my imperfections that are undeserving of your perfectness. I see myself reaching across the bed and almost resting along your shoulder but not quite there you feel my presents and turn over caressing my cheek in a way that only you know how it amazes me the way every touch seems to be as new as our first. but as familiar as the sea calling out to her child the river you rest your hand behind my head and pull my face towards mine gently kissing my forehead and your hands run down my neck to my arm where they rest and pull me into your arms like a ship in the harbor waiting for mending we lie like this for what seems an eternity in a second saying nothing but our hearts learning more in a few seconds than in an eternity conversations I am safe in this place I want to stay like this forever but as I wake I realize that I am a product of my own fantasy and illusions. I remember my distant dream and cry out to a person who was never there.