She’s the only person I’ll ever love. Even now, four years later, I still love her and want the best for her. I feel her everywhere - see her everywhere. In the ripple of a shadow on a lake, in the starless night sky, on a warm summer’s wind. Her eyes, a winter storm. Her skin, an alabaster moon.
Even if she never responds to me, even if she never thinks about me, she made me a better person, and gave me the hope and strength to keep living. At least we sometimes exist together in my dreamscapes, in otherworldly planes.
