something I wrote on the bus

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when I met him, he seems vaguely familiar.
we acted as if we've met before.
we laughed as old friends does.

somehow, suddenly, I remembered.
it was him.
the guy from my dreams.
even though in those dreams, I could never see his face.

this time it is for real.
he's here, so very near.

but why do I secretly hope,
that this be
just another dream to me?