Your love lies within the pages

The Realities of This

    I'm sorry. We won't be able to go on dates, we won't be able to watch fireworks together and I can look at you and see your face light up and the fireworks reflecting on your eyes. I'm sorry we won't be able to get caught dancing in the rain, or star gaze. You know, I've always wanted to go stargazing, laying down and looking at such small dots, it's strange how people find it entertaining, but that makes me want to try it even more. Would you like to stargaze? I don't think I would like to look up at the sky during the day... it would feel as if I were falling into the sky but that doesn't mean it's a bad thing. When you fall, you're falling, and falling, and falling but you don't know where or when you will land, what if you just fell forever? Would it get boring? Or would the curiously of where and when you're going to land make it exciting?

    Do you remember when I said I could see you? I lied, I can't see you but I can feel you watching me, or reading me. I don't know the color of your eyes, your hair, or your skin, but typically when someone feels watched they feel uncomfortable. This isn't the case, I can feel the warmth and wonder of your eyes as you go from one word to a word, a paragraph to a paragraph, and page to page. I'm sorry I lied. I'm sorry I can't see you. It seems you forgive me, since you are still following me.

I believe that I am fond of you, and I know that you are fond of me. You've stayed all this while when all I've done was speak. Have you made a description of me yet? I would like to know would I look like in your eyes.. shame. Despicable. That's what I call the author, I've spent time with you and that spell you've casted isn't making this easier. May I just say, your eyes are really sparkling today. Thank you for staying here with me.