It could'be been her sitting next to me today. Talking, eating, having fun.
At that time, I could swear that I've imagined something similar if not identical.
The dimly lit restaurant, overpriced menu.
The road to the unknown, the smell of urban adventure.
I pictured it a thousand times, every detail but her's blurred.
Everything eventually turns into a bright light, burning yet addicting.
So;
I ask myself.
Why not her?
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