Sixty-Five Words


I have a favor to ask.
A decade from now, maybe two,
when you have traveled the world and back.
Possibly fallen in and out of love.
Should you find yourself alone,
and want someone to tell your life story to,
someone to laugh and smile with,
find me.
For me, there will never be another you.
Maybe the stars will align someday for us.

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