It happened again. Skating down Chorro on an early mission of some kind. I drove right by you and I couldn't help but throw my hands in the air and scream. The same reaction that I always have whenever I see you. I don't know you, but I want to meet you. This has never happened before. Not being able to meet someone but being so close times before. What is your name? This puts a big question mark on my day. How is it that meeting someone has become such a big deal? Beanie boy with the Iron Maiden shirt. I hope that's not what you remain as. I need to put a name to that identity. This sounds absolutely ridiculous, but when it's numerous times where you try to meet someone that stands out, it kind of drives people crazy.
Maybe, it's more exciting this way?
You're a myth. You're the unknown.
I want to discover and reveal.
Let's meet soon.
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