Funny how you can really, desperately fall in love with your own idea of someone. You know this is happening when you realize that the more you crave for this person the more you forget his face. He becomes a name, total, pure. Simple. Flawless.
Then you see a picture and ask yourself: do i know HIM?
Can love without answers be a true one?
Crap.
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