An imagination.

I am just a body,

Without a soul,

That I lost somewhere unknown,

For somebody who was never mine,

Nor was I ever theirs,

Yet still, there is something hidden in between,

That I now call it a magic, 

A connection, that connects strangers,

That I can merely feel but cannot touch it,

O! Cannot touch it just like your an incredible soul,

That I love and love, so blindly love

Even though, I am so unaware of                    who you are,                                                        where you are at,                                                    where you live in,                                                         and how you look like 

but I know, an imaginary human that I might come across someday,

Or maybe, never ever and it will be another blue dream, 

That I write on my notebook.

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