...but you.

I'm right next to you.

Like a ghost silently watching. Admiring and lost in your presence. Lost in a dream weaved from a different fabric of existence where everything is just as I wish them to be.

If only...

Hearing your voice like the touch of the wind in a bright morning, blurs the ticking of the clock above the entrance door. You held time in your hands and you play with it with your slender fingers like a violin virtuoso. Like time has surrendered to your games and decided to capture me in a slow motion.

Or was it me who has time problems? Maybe.

I can smell your alluring perfume, hypnotizing. Your shampoo smelt like the flowers in my mother's blooming garden. Or those coffee-colored globes you possess that reminded me of my father's love for caffeineted drinks. Or your soft hair like the fur of the feline I adopted from the shelter a year ago.

You feel like home. But, in many ways, you also feel like the destination I will never reach.

If I touch you, I'd get burned. The burn will feel like a thousand years of waiting for that one chance—and STILL fail in the end. So, maybe... I was destined to be the ghost in your life.

That ghost who would remain in the background, unnoticed.

It's better to be around and never exist for you no matter the fact that I REALLY do exist.

You can exist in my universe—even when I don't exist in yours.

Maybe one day, the universe would balance it finally.

Maybe.

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