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I look forward to our conversations, in a wistful, at times pensive manner. Wanting to know more about you and vice versa. When I received your reply last night, the simple greetings made my heart twitched almost the entire night. So intense that I could hear you in my dreams, almost like a dream that came true. That warmth embraced me through the cold night as far as I remembered. Knowing you don't feel the same way I do, I can only remain in this silent state trying to make things mutual. You spoke to me in the mature jargon I felt most comfortable with and I appreciate you telling me your experiences. You etched a feeling in me I never knew I would have. I cannot define this sentiment I'm having. Sometimes I feel it. Sometimes I don't. Is it just an infatuation or a disenchantment? We're far from there, to even have rooms to grow. Being clueless about what to do next, I pray that something will come from your part. Whatever may be the outcome, we're always good friends, I hope.

If only someday I am able to send this song to you with its lyrics being conveyed for real. Always in my prayer.

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