it is not lost on me that realistically we were never, and never will be, ideal but rather an idea.

i think i have made peace with our fantasy, 

and perhaps if we’re especially lucky, under a blue moon, we’ll cross in waking life and a dream or two just might come truer than not.

you have my heart, for better or worse. confusingly, stubbornly yours.

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