Dear crush,
Each text I send you is a product of over analysis of possible repercussions. Each time I talk to you, I am terrified, not because I may lose you, because I don’t have you yet. But because I may lose this image of yours, I have in my head, because it is what I define perfect from. You have successfully managed to ruin all other females for me, because I can’t help comparing every romantic encounter I have, to what I think we could have. But each word you say only makes me fall deeper and deeper into this bottomless pit I dare call love. You are the reason I have a type; you are what I am never good enough for, you are all that I ever wanted and so much more.
I know full well that its over ambitious of me to dream of this magical world with you. We are separated by geographical boundaries and distance, though what I feel for you is beyond space and time. I know that you have been hurt by fate and time so much that you are not ready for what I crave. But I can’t help but hope for a day when you are. And I know that I will never be good enough in my own head to be worthy of it, because the pedestals for you in my head are placed unrealistically high. But I need you as the goddess I strife to make myself worthy of someday.
I believe that true love is independent of a need for reciprocity. Maybe someday I will gather enough courage to confess my feelings for you. But your response wouldn’t change what I feel, but it may incinerate my dreamworld. That is not a risk I am willing to take just yet.
Impossibility is only one kiss away from reality. Until I am ready to make that leap of faith, you will be my crush.
Yours, always has been and always will be,
A dreamer.
Each text I send you is a product of over analysis of possible repercussions. Each time I talk to you, I am terrified, not because I may lose you, because I don’t have you yet. But because I may lose this image of yours, I have in my head, because it is what I define perfect from. You have successfully managed to ruin all other females for me, because I can’t help comparing every romantic encounter I have, to what I think we could have. But each word you say only makes me fall deeper and deeper into this bottomless pit I dare call love. You are the reason I have a type; you are what I am never good enough for, you are all that I ever wanted and so much more.
I know full well that its over ambitious of me to dream of this magical world with you. We are separated by geographical boundaries and distance, though what I feel for you is beyond space and time. I know that you have been hurt by fate and time so much that you are not ready for what I crave. But I can’t help but hope for a day when you are. And I know that I will never be good enough in my own head to be worthy of it, because the pedestals for you in my head are placed unrealistically high. But I need you as the goddess I strife to make myself worthy of someday.
I believe that true love is independent of a need for reciprocity. Maybe someday I will gather enough courage to confess my feelings for you. But your response wouldn’t change what I feel, but it may incinerate my dreamworld. That is not a risk I am willing to take just yet.
Impossibility is only one kiss away from reality. Until I am ready to make that leap of faith, you will be my crush.
Yours, always has been and always will be,
A dreamer.
No comments:
Post a Comment