Entry #1

I don’t know.
I don’t know you.
I don’t know how messy or slick your hair is.
I don’t know how pink your lips are

And it kills me
Because I’m searching
And I don’t know what to look for.
What is it that I must look for to find you?

Thousands of people pass by me
A few that I bump into
“Is that you? ” I think
And I turn to take a glance of your face
But how will I know? How will I know if it’s you

I don’t know. . .

I’ll pretend you’re everyone.
Every person I see,
Every person I bump into,
I’ll pretend it’s you

That way,
You’re with me everywhere.

I don’t know you
And yet you make my heart melt.

//On the way to Florence, Italy//


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