You live in my imagination. But my mind doesn't want to accept it. It's almost as though I'm hallucinating. I want you here, I can see you here, but your not here. I don't want to accept life without you. The memories are too strong, the love so unforgettable and your eyes too vivid in my mind. Occasionally I hear your voice whisper in my ear, sending chills down my spine. It's not your voice. I feel your hand touch mine. It's not you. I see you walking down the street with a girl. She isn't me. As I fall out of denial I begin to realise that maybe no one will love me the way that I love you. Maybe the world will stay in its delusional materialistic state. Maybe we won't be in each other's lives again. But then again, there is a small chance that maybe the world won't be in such a way. That minuscule chance gives me hope. I hope it brings me to you. To your eyes. To your arms. To your life. To your heart. Just maybe one day you will feel the same. Maybe.
