The love that I had
The only one I ever loved Was also fictional.
We never met.
But I know his story We never talked but I could hear him whisper in my ears in the midnight.
The one that seems so real yet so far to be true. The desire to claim him Knowing it's just all my fictional world. The unspoken words that I told, those he heard like he was hearing for the first time.
I dream to be with him but it felt like I never slept. He thinks he is alone but I hear his screams, the tears that he shed I collect them all, wasting none at all.
Why we met, when we can actually never meet? why I loved you when I can never convey it.
Our paths could never cross, your face that I can ne'er touch, your voice that I can ne'er hear but you are the melody that I'd ne'er forget.
You, my love, my comfort zone, Sadly, you are just my fiction.

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