i don't remember how our friendship came about. but i vividly remember your picture and my first impression from that picture. as to who first held out a hand to shake through a vast yet intangible, imaginary world of webs, i can't recall. i think it was you, because at that time, i was still too shy to be the first one without having said hello, my name is... in person. so i guess it made me happy to see your hand, invisible in that whole void. i don't know why you reached out. and after all, i don't even really know if you did.
all the different meetings with you, i can't quite piece together. i made myself think for a while that you, and you, and you were different people. but you're only different versions, yes? variations on a melody. yes, i can see the similarities. you are a flower. ordinary, with extraordinary petals here and there. you love me, and you love me not. ditto, darling...ditto.
you wilt in my mind as i escape out through the door you hold open in your heart.
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