Oxymorons

Dear future love, I am sorry

In the far future I want to look at my beloved other half
The way I look at you
Since you and me can never be
I want to fall again in love, deep
Trip hard
I want to love and adore him to max
Making his silliest words my source of adoration
Slowly forgetting the thought of us
And then it'll all be him
From white it'll all transform into colors
Million colors of him