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You are what my teenage dreams were made of
I remember the details of our first hour of conversation more than years of memories. I might never see you again, but I will never forget those 60 minutes when everything felt possible, and everything felt real.
Our story will replay in my mind many times as long as I exist.
When we met, my only wish was to dance. And I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t ask. Every step reminded me of the magic I believed in when I was little.
It’s funny and strange how I believed in many good things when I was young, but as I got older, life happened, and the optimism faded. I believed moments like this only existed in stories you read in books or see in movies.
I have never been the type of person who’s lost for words, but I still have no words to describe how I felt when I was in your presence. It’s like the universe conspired for me to be there at that exact moment to remind me that my childhood dreams can exist in real life.
Every word and action asserted to me that what I used to believe in could be more than a fantasy.
This is a recollection of the time that reminded me of what I had stopped seeking. Things have a strange way of finding me in life because I thought it only existed in my mind.
