Tomorrow

You make me want to wake up the next morning with a plan for my life.
I don’t know you. In fact, I can spend my days not knowing who you are… yet, you know me. You can see right through me.
You make me want to wake up the next morning wanting and craving to be loved.
But I don’t know you. In fact, I am glad I don’t. I am afraid that you’re just a façade that has yet to unfold.
Yet, you make me look forward to tomorrow and all the days after that…
Who are you, really?
Where have you been all my life?

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