Random thoughts

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It's weird...
Sometimes I find myself reaching out for you, even though I know you aren't there. Even though I know we aren't meant for each other.
I want to believe that it's just bad timing. That maybe one day you'll love me like I love you.
I know it's not.
I know we're meant to miss each other over and over.
Like a planet and it's moon. Forever just floating in each other's orbit, comfortable with the space between them.
Maybe they yearn to grow closer, to close the gap, but that'll only end up in destruction.
We're two sides of a pencil, one of us erases all the mistakes while the other roams about. The two sides don't know the other one exists.
Destined to be separated by this huge gap.