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Dear Person I have yet to love,

I hope you don't mind,

But these moments before we meet

Are often spent thinking about you

Already.

No, I don't know your name

But even so, 

Sometimes I slip out of reality

And in the blanks that fill my mind

I try to write our story.

I am no princess,

Though I am sorry to say,

And I expect no more from you

Either.

If I tell you I love you,

I will love you 

And all of your flaws

With all of my imperfections

And we'd be our own perfect mess.

I hope it's okay

That in my dreams I've painted galaxies

From the stars I thought I'd see in your eyes,

Smitten.

I'm kind of in love

With missing you

Even if we've never met,

Despite where we are before,

Hopelessly hopeful that I'd love you even more.

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