Real (Love)

I see her in my head as she reads the words from my book. I love her. I long to be with her but she is real and I’m not. All I want is to hold her in the night and wash away all her insecurities though it will never happen. We’re simply from two different worlds; it doesn’t matter if we are soulmates.

I’ll take what I can get. Her love for me. The way her imagination keeps me alive in her subconscious. Though I might never get to kiss her or stay up stargazing with her in my arms, I guess this is enough. She knows we can’t be together so, to surive, she makes me my own worlds. And in these complex worlds she gives me the ability to help her like I want to.

I fell in love with a real girl, and she fell in love with me.

It doesn’t matter we live in different worlds.

She keeps me alive in her imagination.

Spoils me with love and sometimes pain.

But we keep each other company in the toughest times.

I’ll always love her.

Even though one day, she might leave or forget me for while.

I’ll always be there for her in the back of her mind.