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I've never met her.
I've never heard her voice.
But I'm in love with her.

Pictures of her.
Her face.
Her smile.
Her frown.
Her hands.
Her legs.
Her feet.
Her shoes.

Pictures of her.

I spend most of my waking hours thinking about her.
Daydreaming about a conversation we'll never have again.
And in my sleep, she is there.
In my dreams.
Every single night.
My heart dreams of her.

I want to see her.
To tell her what I feel.
To hear her voice.
To touch her face.
I cannot stop wanting her.

I cannot stop loving her.
A stranger.
My stranger.

I've never met her.
I've never heard her voice.
But I'm in love with her.

H.O.

"I read your name on every wall...
Tell me, is there a cure for me at all?"