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In twelve hours, I have imagined a life with you in it in more ways than some. I have imagined what you look like cooking your favorite meal, how you watch tv and laugh at corny sitcom jokes, how you sleep quietly twitching every now and then, and how you stare at yourself in mirrors trying to construct the perfect outfit for your day.

In twelve hours, I have thought about how your name could sound like mine, what you are like with your parents, how you cut loose with your friends, and how diligent you maybe are at work.

In twelve hours, I have dreamed about each first moment we could have, first laughs, first cries, first drives, first sharing of playlist, first kisses, and first hugs. You have slowly become the face I choose to sculpt in my dreams. 

In twelve hours that felt like six, I have tunneled in on you, and now I can only think about eight thousand seven hundred and sixty hours, five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes spent entirely with you.