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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