I said I know you are…but the rest of the sentence I had to say in my head and prayed you could read my mind. Of course, my narcissistic self believes you can read my mind. Off topic, is there a such thing as love at first sight? Or is incarceration getting to me so badly where I am becoming a hopeless romantic of a sort? But it is all an illusion. I romanticize eye contact as telepathy from my soulmate mainly because of the energy I felt when you look into my dark soul with those flashlight eyes… corny I know. So, what. If you know who you are, instinctually you know exactly who I am. The man with the crown on his head. “I know you are” is followed by I want to know all about it write your number down so I can hear all about what makes you tired so I can know exactly how to wake you up…inside.

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