Sometimes we feel like we're in the depths of the ocean,
Somedays we look up the sky and see ourselves in cloud 9,
But most of our days we are actually just in the horizon with the settling sun.
Do I fear not to hold you or is it the line that I cannot cross—not with my two feet but with every valves in my heart that opens and close preventing the blood from flowing back?
Do you know how much I want you since then?
Do you know that I still think of you?
I let myself watch and admire you in distance,
Thinking of how we could be if we were together.
Do you think of me as much as I think of you? — I doubt.
I yearn for you,
Why do I long for you?
You merely are a stranger to me with so much memory in an unknown timeline.
How deceitful it is of the heart to think that you are someone who I used to love in my past life. I let myself be fooled by the way how our stars align. Wait. They don't. The stars foretold our romantic play with a chaotic description from someone who barely knows himself but believed in alignments.