I know you’re real, but you have imagination stains all over your face. You see, I filled up all the gaps with cotton candy and fell in love with a man who brings me poetry, mystery, and desire. That’s everything I’ve ever wanted from you. I just wish I could be sure that it’s you.
I’m trying, I’m trying so hard to let you shine through. I do my best to listen to you, to feel the flavour of your every word, your every experience, your every state of mind. I’m just too excited about the possibility of having found someone beautiful that I’m afraid I’ve also made up miles of you, just to be certain.
There are times when I’m not sure how much of you is really you and how much is me. I finally understand the vampire myths. You want to suck on beauty, on youth, on love. On life. You’re terrified they won’t come to you, so you try to take them when they’re not looking.
Something on your mind?