I see you,
The way you see him.
You see me,
The way you see your dreams.
I'm just there.
Nothing real.
Nothing to blink an eye at.
Something you give a momentary glimpse at,
then forget about.
You only call when it's about him.
Can it be about us?
Please?
Even for a second,
because i'm losing my mind.
And there is no one like you.
And I miss you,
And I love you.
And I'm sorry.
