The world waits with breath that is bated.
Just waiting to see if the promise will hold.
If this will last. If hope will turn into more –
Into reality.
Maybe I’m not supposed to say it, but…
I want this to last.
I want you to be mine.
I want you to call me yours.
Just… let this be real.
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