REFLECTIONS

The world fell in love with the version of us they could see.

We fell in love with the version no one ever could.

They applauded the distance between us.

They believed every cold glance,

Never knowing our hearts had already found their way back to each other.

Behind every headline was another story.

Behind every silence was a confession.

Behind every goodbye was a promise.

They say some reflections are only illusions.

Perhaps ours was too.

But it was the only thing that ever felt real.

~ anrea