I was born looking for you.
I didn't know your face, or the color of your eyes. I wasn't sure how tall you'd be, or how you'd part your hair.
But I knew you were here. I knew somewhere you were thinking the same thoughts, dreaming the same dreams.
I was afraid we might miss each other, but I should have known that never happens. I had to be myself, put myself out there, let go of the fear.
Hiding behind all those facades made me hard to find. I only had to peek out, show my face for one glancing moment and you found me!
We are twins, born to different parents, generations apart.
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