That horrible feeling called "love". |
If only I could live forever in the memory, in the moment, in the ecstasy of those lovely nights. I hold on to the last seconds before it’s time to say goodbye; I feel it in every bone when you’re away from eye sight. It must be interesting to look at me while I am thinking of you. There is no way I can hide what’s in my mind, when I feel you against my skin, even though I don’t even know where you are. It saddens me deeply when I talk myself into reality and think about all the things we will never have; all the things that we will never know and we will never share and never learn. I can touch you, but not wholly. I can confide in you, but I can’t have you. I can dream, I can let my imagination wander… and I can see this is where “us” will always reside. We will be for as long as my heart permits a wonderful picture framed by my mind, gracefully colored by this love… encouraged and admired by you. We will never get out of here – of in here. I want you out of my mind. I want you into reality. I want you to be reality – the reality I wish I could magically transfer from my dreams into this world. Do we not deserve to learn what could happen? Do we not deserve to be given a chance? Do we not deserve to have the right to, at least, allow ourselves to childish magical thinking? Do you wish what I wish? |