You and me are a disease.

In the quiet corners of my heart, I harbor a love that dances on the edges of unreachable shores. The gentle whispers of our shared dreams linger like fragments of a bittersweet melody. Each passing day, I navigate the labyrinth of longing, tracing the contours of your absence with a tender ache. The distance between us stretches like an endless expanse, and though my heart craves the warmth of your presence, fate weaves a cruel tapestry, leaving me love stranded in the realm of unfulfilled desires. The echoes of our shared laughter and the ghostly touch of your fingertips remain vivid in my mind, haunting the spaces where we once stood united. I yearns for a reunion that seems suspended in the tears of unspoken words, as the cruel hands of circumstance keep our love suspended in the silent corridors of what could have been...It's fucking soul wrenching that I miss the idea I built of you inside my head. It's still there but I want nothing to do with it... I just like to miss you from time to time, and it's torture.