I keep thinking about you as I continue looking in the vast sky. I see the stars, the night, the clouds and the clear oceanic blue. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know you are not there and yet the hope manages to keep me happy. I have never told them about you, they never will know. So many times I am reminded of the beauty that exists between us. A strange relationship that nobody would understand, a mindless attachment that cannot be justified.
This love story has no end. Because it never really started. And that’s the beauty of it.