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I’m not sure why I dream about you. It seems to happen when I’m vulnerably comfortable. This time you had Picked out two books. And I told you that if this was real, to Send me a copy of the book. And text me. One was Shakespearean, the other was a children’s book. There was also a reunion involved. Or banquet. I never got that text from you but you should know we connected. Hence, why I’m writing this. I’m not sure why I dream or even think about you anymore. You’ve moved, found someone else. But perhaps you want me to reach out. This the only way I know how now. You need to know that I care for you and even though we no longer are in each other’s lives I would do, say, or act out in a manner that would hurt your happiness. I’ve said good things about you in the past but no I no longer ask about you or anything. I believe it’s not my place to assert myself into your life. Even though you probably don’t have the freedom to message me, just know I’m Open to you. And of course, I miss you. I just don’t want to interfere with your life.
You won’t ever hear from me directly. Just know that I’ wish the other men in your life never came between us. At a certain point, a man like me steps away. Not because we wouldn’t fight for you, but that you have too many men fighting for you already. I only want what’s rare.
You take care of yourself. I hope one day you will the confidence to reach out. Instead of just thinking about me.
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