I know you and I don't know why.
You are a face, an intuitive feeling, an unremembered memory, or yet to be experienced occurrence.
You are a part of me caught up in this thing called time that I cannot put my finger on, and yet I know you.
Your face jars some unknown part of my lifeline.
Your eyes speak to me of our togetherness.
A word, a phrase, an accent, speaks to me in tones that are so familiar.
My heart aches with the wanting of something that no one else will ever understand, because even I do not understand it.
But I know you.
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