This is Interstellarlove

I don’t know why but I know the stories I wrote are not mine, am I right? I’ve been waiting for a long time just to see you again. Are you a writer? You probably know I stopped writing for a long time. I quickly wrote this to remember what I did when I was in your body. I woke up as usual but it seems you’re somewhere else now. I couldn’t tell if you’re still in France because the people spoke in English fluently. Perhaps, you must be back in America? Strange enough, I still can’t recall the names of the places but I can tell from the scenery. News friends, new faces, new places and a new experience. I forgot how to jump and for a brief moment, we actually saw each other in there did we? Are you always in a one-piece dress? You look much more beautiful now. I know my dreams are not dreams but your life. I thought you were a ghost and have been reminding myself so. I wrote my name on your table last night. It seems you wrote yours as well. I guess it wasn’t just a dream. I keep cha