Writing down some thoughts about this kind of feelings is not so easy.
It's not so far from taking off clothes in front of the crowd... Well,
"somehow" it "is" that...
I took months or years to realize how deep in love I was : it depends
on the point of view... Someway, I've always known that I could be
greatly in love with her, since the instant I saw the light in her
eyes : the first time I really looked at her. And that time happened
the same day I met her at first.
Since that day, I've been dreaming. Greatly dreaming. By moments, as I
don't really remember, the dreams were hidden : hidden behind a wall I
refused to climb over. I guess I put that wall by my own.
Now, should I regret anything? Actually, I don't. Sometimes I wonder.
But I don't. I'm just glad today I know her. I'm just happy when I see
her. When I look at her, everything seems so magic. Time goes so fast
around us, and I feel I can't control it. No way. But it's great. It's
great because I won't ever forget those moments. They feel even better
than any stolen moment. And I wish life were always like that.
She is my dream, but she's real. Maybe it makes things a bit weird. I
don't know. She is my friend and I love her as my friend. But I also
love her as the girl I've ever wanted in my whole life...
You know what is perfection? To me, perfection is an idea, an utopic
idea that can never become "true". Well, you may say there are many
levels of perfection. So let's consider the highest (even unreachable)
degree of perfection. So what?
So she is more than any perfection you can ever, or I can ever,
imagine. And she is true. And so what? So she's the greatest one in my
heart, and I just love her the way she is.
"There's one in a million". Well, to me, there's one in just over 6
billion. No matter if it's because I love her that she's so exceptional.
To me, she is simply exceptionnal. And I love her. That's all.
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