So then you concluded,
there's no one in this world
that would be able to handle you.
No one but you can be amuse
with your weirdness,
supports your dream 'till the end,
set you as a priority,
and would see you as something worth having.
But nevertheless,
he once existed on your mind,
on your daydreams
– those moments up in the cloud where
all your unspoken fantasies resides;
your secret lover, a secret romance.
And he would continue to be
the reason of your phantasm.
He would continue to live there;
- and you,
will continue to dream.
Because darling,
love in reality
is full of tragedy.
