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  There's a chill in the air. A coldness that lingers. A coldness that haunts. A coldness that feeds. A coldness that devours. Sex on the brain. Thoughts of you. Dreaming together. Tonight we dance. The music reminds us of youth. Future beliefs. The past dies (the past is dead).   October dreams.

These little moments. Dreaming of the perfect love. Right here, it's here with that special someone (Right here). You, it's all about you. Three simple words mean everything right now. So I will say "I love you". "I love you". "I love you".