In a perfect world, she would be having dinner with me right now.
In a perfect world, we would be holding hands everyday and not worried about anyone else looking over our shoulders.
In a perfect world, she would tell me she misses me everyday.
In a perfect world, she wouldn't have to delete me from her phone.
In a perfect world, I can call her anytime I want to.
In a perfect world, I would wake up with her next to me every morning, and kiss her good night every night.
In perfect world, I could tell her anything I want without scaring her.
In a perfect world, we wouldn't have to worry about someone else visiting from out of town, changing the sheets or cleaning the laundry.
In a perfect world, our paths would have crossed sooner.
In a perfect world, I could selfishly proclaim her to be mine. Only mine.
In a perfect world, I wouldn't be blogging about this and trying not think that, right at this moment, she is holding someone else's hand.
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