I've had written this May 2001
Out of broken heart.
Dear You,
I don't know where you are, what you're doing. I don't know even your name. But it's you who from now on I will wait for. I know you're somewhere out there. I don't know you, but how come I'm thinking about you now? We'll get married someday; find true love in each other’s arm. We will live a happy life. For now, I know you're not coming yet very soon but I will wait for you.
Love,
Me (from the Past)
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