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I really like you. I do. You're so possible and impossible but I like you. You're so much like me that when I feel insecure, I know the answers. Yet knowing the answers does not make me more secure.

Is there going to be a tomorrow? Or are we accompanying each other through this passing phase?

I don't know and honestly, I'm too tired to find out.

If you end up as my tomorrow, I will thank God, the lucky stars and the whole world that conspired to make it happen.

And if you don't, I guess it just wasn't meant to be.