Sometimes, I stood by the balcony staring at your tall house scratching the clouds. I saw hundreds lights broke through the windows reaching my eyes. Then I wondered which one of those windows is yours? Could it be the same with the one that I've been gawking at since ten minutes ago wishing that I was right? Or could it even be possible that you also staring at my tall house, wondering which one of these windows is mine?
I need to stop daydreaming.
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