Growing up...2

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Oh those long letters
full of longings
and about you
and me,
words trying to
bridge distances
and leaving gaps
to be made up
by sighs
The intimacy
is such that
I am not myself
when I try
to be myself.
I wonder if all this is
a dream or for real.
Am I real
or just a floating
fancy?