Sunday, April 3, 2016

Realization #67

I realize, it's not that I miss you, I miss the idea of you.  The essence of a thousand shared smiles and several glances of mutual knowing were enough to make me believe that what I was experiencing was love. When in fact, I was fascinated with the reflection of myself I saw in you. But one cannot judge their appearance upon the distortion of a fun house mirror. The search continues.