So many nights, so many hours that lasted forever.

Nights that bore deep into my silent soul and
brought out a colorful aura i've never known existed.

I am looking up above with so many thoughts of you.
No longer shall i write an imaginary letter to no one.

Tonight, I write a real letter to someone
paragraph upon paragraph of words which paint
a portrait of a colorful insights of what
i feel and dozen fairy tales come true.

- - - someone wrote this for me. It's titled FOURTH because we met on the 4th of the month.

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