No thoughts. Head empty. Ill write about you today but i wont name you. Naming requires specification, identification, verification.
You. Youre unspecified and unverified and unidentifiable, youre in essence a virtual image. Unreal. But still youre more real than my reality. Youre beautiful. Not literally but metaphorically. Maybe youre a metaphor? Ethereal. Mesmerising. Im exaggerating. Youre not all that. Youre just there but youre not really there. So real yet unreal at the same time. Like a silhouette at the corner of my street. Or maybe one of my nicer lucid dreams.
Youre weird. Rather you are just yourself. So complacently but so evidently your own self. I cant believe you exist. But you do.
I cant believe i dont like you. But i do.
Not enough. Not the way I've liked others. Ones before you. 'One plus one plus one plus one plus one doesn't equal four. Each of them remains unique in their own self.'
Thats right. Youre more unique than others. Youre the special one. But youre not one the one are you?
'It wouldve been fun if you would've been the one.'
You could be. But I dont believe in ones anymore. Its always a zero for me or a ten.
You've moved way further from a zero but you have an long way to go till ten.
Life is unpredictable, maybe youll jump space and time, jump eternities and skies or just mere digits and make it to ten.
But until then. We cant be anything more than what we are right now. Its a calamity. A risk. Its jumping into instability. And it has taken me everything in me for me to stable my pace right now.
Maybe another day. Another time. Another century or another life.
Yet even if we dont meet in the future or ever again. I want you to know that you'll be remembered, as a feeling that was too difficult to describe and as a day that passed too quickly and a night that felt very warm and a pair of arms that felt like home.
Felt like mine. Felt special. Serene hours. Calm.
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And I Loved You Maybe
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