Here's to the loves who dream.
The ones that cannot exist.
Those we all desire but it's impossible to reach.
This goes to that soul splitted apart. Always looking for itself in others. Never finding what it wants.
It is nice when you see yourself in other eyes. It's like looking at you in your own mirror.
You found yourself.
But then, that despicable moment search is done, is when you realize that, the image doesn't belong to you. It's how others see you; The way they think you are, how they believe you should be. And you're so used to it that hurts when you turn your back to your "reflection" and start looking to the light.
You know a part of you was left behind.
And even though it's over, deeply in your heart, you wish that love could get you. The same way you embraced it.
Anyway, anyhow.. That's what you were looking for.
