reality doesn't exists

It doesn't mater how many times they would've told me,
It doesn't matter how many letters they would've written to me,
I would never bet you could be with me;
my idea was to spend my life just admiring you,
my idea was to face what for me was reality...

But now I know that everything is not what it looks like,
not everything has to be the way you think it is.
I just hope that everything I have is enough so that you don't walk away from me;
That what I can give to you would be all the necesary and all that you need
I just hope to be what you wish for
because...

You are everything I need.
Platonic loves don't have to stay that way.
Thank you for the oportunity.
Reality doesn't exists,
just you... my dear.