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There was something about him last night that reminded me of something. An almost de ja vu from a dream. Something in that wounded, half-smile made me stop hating him for a second. Made me need him for a second.
I am glad he left when he did. Leaving me unsatisfied. Yearning for more. I still get butterflies thinking about it. I think he made me fall in love.
Just before falling into oblivion, I almost felt a pang of regret. And then nothing. I didn't know regret or love anymore.
His wounded, half-smile is all I know now. Eternally trying to reach out and touch his face. But unable to recall his name.
He is just a boy from some dream I had long ago.