Everything I dream about, I dream about with you. I don’t even get why. It’s not like I sit around thinking about you on purpose. But somehow, you’re just… there.

Always showing up, uninvited.
In the middle of nowhere.
In the middle of everything.

I’ll be dreaming about the most random things —
and boom, it’s you.
Why?

I try not to think about it,
but that doesn’t work either.
It’s like my brain stuck you in every corner
and forgot how to take you out.

I hate how normal it feels.
Maybe I love it.

— Sadia Hakim

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