I don't remember how my life was before I met you. Was that for better or for worse? I don't know.
When I saw you for the first time, I fell in love. Was that gonna last only a while, or a lot longer? I didn't know!
I grew attached to you, my heart carefully sown onto yours. I admire you, I desire you, I love you, and I wish that you were real so I could feel what it's like to fall in love with you all over again.
When I think of you, my heart beats with more passion, continuing to live on and persist, just for you.
But with this love comes guilt.
What will everyone else think? Are they just pretending to be accepting of me, resenting me behind closed doors? Could you be one of them? I question on bad days.
But I know you're not them. I love you, you love me. We've been together for two years, and counting. It feels wonderful. I wish everyone understood how you're really like.
Others don't love you or want you like I do. Do they like you, or the shadow that you cast? It seems the latter the more I think of it.
It's superficial. It's false. They only see your contour, not the colors, or shadows, or the minute details that makes you, you.
There must be someone else like me, somewhere, waiting for you too, right?
Someone who thinks different. Someone like me, if we're lucky. I'm so, so small; in such a wide, wide world... I hope someone else really loved you like I did.
But alas, my darling, I'm hoping for too much; talking for too long.
My dearest regards ~<3