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"Hey, you did good today"
"Dream big, dreamer"

Then we both sneak out and realize were both awake. Both writing. The sun will be up soon. Lets open that wine. I try to write to her and you stop me, like it or not. But what can I say anyway? Thats in a different dimension. A parallel universe where I'm competent. Whats the point of a letter goodbye? Your right, just pour me another glass.
Time can go to hell. For eternity.
She didn't know then, she won't know now. I get it.
So I'm stuck with a mirror image in my head, only with a love at his side.
I guess that means I'm the one on self destruct.
Thats not a joy at all.
This is not a joy.

But I still see sparkles on the water.
And live in memories.