I miss you, yet I'm not even sure I know you.
I want you, yet I don't really know what you are.
I feel you, yet I can't tell if you're really here or not.
I love you, yet you have no face in my dreams.
I wish I could tell you everything, but how can I when you're just a shadow, a whisper of what might be?
You're just a dream, that much is true, but I've had no better dream than you.
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