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Just a Dream
I was afraid to touch him. Because once I did, I knew he would disappear or somehow fade away, far away from me to admire ever again. That’s what usually happens, right? Good, wonderful, beautiful things never stay for you. The things that make you the happiest you’ll ever be, the things that will make you see the world in bright, vibrant colors, the things that put you in an ultimate state of pure bliss. They’re gone the moment you grasp your desperate fingers around them, to keep them, to save them for yourself, to keep them in your pocket for a rainy day.