Imagining,
I knew we were different from the start.
We were so close yet so far.
I stopped writing letters;
Those that were meant for you.
In my eyes, it turn out to be pointless.
There will always be an invisible line between us,
No matter if it's the ocean pacific line that separate us,
No matter if it's the line that you and me had drew from the very beginning.
We can never cross that line. It wouldn't be possible anyway.
You are perfect in our eyes. Though we know the fact that no one is perfect in this world.
You look flawless, gorgeous.
Your eyes, it says hope. Love.
Your love for us can never be replace.
You faced ups and downs, plenty of false rumors about you, discrimination by immature fans or people,
You never say a word but we knew how you would feel despite you could put on a mask to hide the sadness that slowly emit from the deep of your heart.
It hurts; it does.
So do we. For you.
02.06.2017
Pretendedtobeokay
