to euclid

i see no future in us.

one, because you are you and i am me.

two, because we don't see things eye to eye.

three, because i am psychic and i am good at being one.

you are always near yet so far. it's the dumbest cliche i can think of, but it's the truest. i imagine you and me together and it had been perfect for a while. we held hands like two kids lost in unfamiliar territory. it was comforting to know that you were beside me. i'd get lost with you any time. i hope we never get found.

you have a beautiful mind. your thoughts are always delicious. you see things i wanted to see. you live out all my frustrations. you, above all, always make me smile. and when you smile back, it's enough reason to believe in fairytales and magic.

you are my only audience. with you, i can sing my heart [and lungs] out and even if i miss a note, you wouldn't mind. when you're around, i can be witty and i love the way you laugh or smirk or roll your eyes at my cornball jokes. your laugh is contagious. with you, i can love like there's no tomorrow; as if there's no such thing as pain... as if i won't ever hurt.

we're perfect for each other. you and i both think so but it's never going to happen. because i still have to wake up. because i still have to exist. because you and i are not real.

i love you even before i knew you existed. i love you. still and for always. i choose to love you despite the craziness of it. i choose to love you when you go bad. i choose to love you even in oblivion. when will we see each other again?

perhaps never. or when you start living in this lifetime.