The phone charged slow, my fingers shook as I typed. Apology sent, the good heart felt so ripe. Still whispering prayers, is this a test or a sign? Every word he sent back felt careful, almost divine. The caution was high, but the curiosity higher. I sent the digits out into the cold January air. Then silence, no message, the screen stayed empty and clean I thought, "He's gone, he's lost interest, he wasn't who he seemed." I'm playing a game of fate, letting the world decide Can the man from my dream really live right outside? I'm going crazy, I'm weaving a magic spell I'm forcing the signs to fit the face from the well. Every shadow, every jacket, is it just me projecting now? He disappeared, so why does he keep showing up here? Is this fate's proof or a breakdown of mine? I don't care if I'm crazy... I don't care if it's fate... He disappeared, but I saw the laughter, I saw the eyes. This silence means nothing, the dreams were telling me the truth. He's real, and he's close.
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