Just as I feared... there's no one here either
Everyone is inside with them
Being with them is like living a beautiful dream
A beautiful dream that no one wants to wake up from
They will grant your deepest wishes
They will do whatever you ask
They will be whatever you want
They can do things that you cannot
But... there is one thing... they cannot do
They can never become people
They might look like people, but they are only substitutes
I know this very well because I am one of them
Today I look for someone just for me
Someone who will love me even if I can't fulfill their wishes
Someone who has love for me alone
But...
There is another me
The other me asks... "Does such a person exist?"
"I need... someone whose love for me is true"
"I want someone who loves me without asking anything in exchange"
"I hope... unless that someone loves me for being me they're not someone just for me"
"Is this so?"
"It is"
"This someone exists?"
"She does"
"If so... then where?"
"My someone is nearby, I think"
"Perhaps I already know her"
"But... what if that person does not love you back?"
"What if that person likes someone... other than you?"
"People aren't like them"
"You can't erase their feelings."
"People aren't easy to change"
"I know"
"But people do change"
"Their feelings are dynamic"
"Feelings of love are more resistant than others"
"What if she never loves you?"
"The I'll have to decide"
"Decide... and then do what must be done"
Me and the other me.
