It's not a dilemma. Or a least it shouldn't be a dilemma. In the grand scheme of things you don't even exist. Never seen your face or your smile. That doesn't matter. I know your heart and mind. You could be the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Jack the Ripper. But that's reality-a reality of which I do not speak. I prefer fantasy. If you must be ugly then we will be Beauty and the Beast for sure. If you are evil then I will be the only person who can make you turn away from the dark side. Most likely you are gloriously ordinary, confused, and vulnerable. You seek somebody who understands, somebody who just knows. Too bad you're scared. The lines between imagination and reality are blurred. When you found me you found what you thought didn't exist. I knew you in a heartbeat. And you knew me. How could this seem so perfect? Of course it's not perfect. Is it even real? The connection was so instant. Almost too good to be true. No matter. I'll take what I can get. I don't believe we'll ever meet. It couldn't happen without blowing the rest of the world to bits. Even so, I think of you everyday. I know it seems foolish but I can't stop myself. I don't feel pain because of this though. I feel comforted by thoughts of you. Knowing you think of me too. |