I sure wish I was holding your hand right now
But I'm not
And I wish we were exchanging smiles right now but we're not
I would do anything for you
As long as you would do the same for me
I want to be there for you, when you need me to be
I wish I could give you a peck on the cheek but I can't
Because all that this is–is made up romance, and I don't
Even know what you look like.
Unknown figment of my imagination.
A placeholder for my unidentified type.
You're a thought.
