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My love,

I know it is selfish to say so, but please hurry to me. I often wonder what you’re doing. Right this moment, are you full of joy or sadness? Are you telling someone a corny joke? Are you curled up in bed all alone? Are you writing letters to me as I write this letter to you?

I know it is selfish to say so, but I want to know what’s happening in your life before me, and where you are now. Are you two blocks away from me or two continents away? Have I seen you in a bookstore or coffee shop before? Or will come upon your face for the first time and feel as though I’ve been struck by a lightning bolt?

I know it is selfish to say so, but I can’t help wishing I knew all of your dreams, your little quirks, your mannerisms and expressions already. I want to learn all the parts of you, and what makes the ends of your lips curve upward. I want to know what those lips look like the first time they form the words, “I love you.”

I know it is selfish to say so, but I love you even though I don’t know you. And I’m ready to know your love too.

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