I saw you so many times. Ye came to me so often. When I dream sometimes. When I was in a fever. I was so afraid and so lonely, I knew I must die. Whenever I needed you, I would see you… smiling… your hair curled around your face. You never touched me… I can touch you now. Do not be afraid. There’s the two of us now. 𝗮. 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺 ∞ 𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟮, 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟳





















