I’m not in love with you I’m in love with my ideas of you

Right?

What it would be like to be with you

How you are

Who you are

I don’t know you

We are complete strangers

Though once I stood mere metres away

So close yet so far

I was so alone in a room of hundreds

Not enough for you

Not worth your time

Maybe you were tired

Whatever excuses we never met

We probably never will

I wish we could meet eachother in a fateful moment

But there’s no such thing as fate

I made it all up in my head

But I still yearn for you

How cruel

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