Words make up sentences, sentences make chapters, chapters make stories and stories well they make me.

I'm a whisper in the wind, nothing more than your imagination. I'm neither here nor there yet you will always know where to find me.

So open your eyes to the fantastic possibilities that could be us. The wonderful nights we could spend together and the secret jokes we could share.

Can you not tell what we are meant to be? Something more. Something better. Maybe life maybe death.

We'll just have to wait and see.

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