THAT PERSON,YES THAT PERSON...

That person. yes, that person. that other one. that person is not me. and will never be.
even if you try, harder and harder to make it happen. It wont.
Some happenings in life are unique. Cannot be replicated. Not even close.
Then, the fantasies and illusions can take place. Fair enough. Thats the escapade. The way out. The fantasies.
I hope. Just and only hope, that, when and everytime you touch that other person, it is a reproduction of what should have had happened to us. That is the only way that a cure could happen, an amendment. That everytime you two get so close together like one, that its my spectrum there. Of what it should have been. The overwhelming presence and tension working together, so irritating, so frustrating. The unsolved everything. Maybe they can now be amended through another person. A cure or the so expected relief of the so exhausting everlasting struggle. That this other person be the breath for the suffocation of the horrible battle of that love survival. The rescue. The very sad rescue. The very sad solution. The very sad end.

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