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I imagine you love me.

I make myself believe that you say those words to me every night before you sleep.

I imagine that every time you go somewhere where we both were, you dream of me.

That I am always in your thoughts—like you are in mine.

I imagine that you wish I was there with you now.

That you crave my touch and finally realize how much I mean to you.

I imagine that you dream of me constantly.

That you wish you could tell me how much you love me but that you’re not sure if you can do it right now.

I imagine that you are scared to show how much you care.

I imagine that you want to marry me—but you are scared to think that you’re ready for it.

I imagine that you want me to be there always with you.

That you can’t take your mind off of me.

I imagine all of these beautiful things.

I imagine that you imagine these things.

I imagine that I help hold your world together.

That you feel whole when you are next to me.

I imagine that you feel the most beautiful in my presence because I feel the most beautiful in yours.

I imagine when you are lonely, all you do is think of me.

I imagine that you can’t live without me.

I imagine that you love me.

When you say, I love you, written down for the world to see—I imagine you are silently speaking to me.

Tell me its true.

Tell me I’m not imagining a thing.

Tell me those words are meant for me.

Tell me how you love me.

Tell me how you need me.

Tell me how you want me.

Tell me you need my life in yours always and forever.

Erase the pain, the nostalgia.

Make everything whole.

Smile when you see me.

Laugh when I tease you.

Kiss me every minute of the day.

Love me now and forever.

I imagine you in my life…

…and wish you would imagine me in yours.