Sometimes, I feel like you're part of my imagination because you're so far out of my reach. I tick off weeks, months even, between visits from you. We are the masters at unsubstantial conversation, and we never channel our feelings for each other into anything productive. They're a dream.
But most of the time, I feel like you're part of my imagination because I never imagined feeling like this toward someone. My lack of control is absolutely terrifying. Maybe I should question this more. Maybe I even should've given up a long time ago. I just can't help it when you're so you.. I could never give up on you. Call me crazy, but I have a strange feeling that we just haven't begun yet. All I hope for is that we can ever begin.
Yet a beginning always implies an ending, and that's a heartbreaking rule by which we all must live. But Joe, we defy the odds every day. Let's be the exception.
You're a dream to me.
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