oh friend, dearest of friends, nearly six months it has been since love has bound you in its sinister, yet none-the-less-attractive ties
how naive you are but that’s what i admire ,your ability to hold fast to a hope that was not readily available .
I believe you know it will never happen but you still cling to images of the things that could've been: A moonlit walk on the beach, a candlelit dinner, a first kiss. All worth remembrance but, not worth remembering just the same.
oh friend, dearest of friends i see your naivety but i envy you. this is more perplexing to me than any question ever asked. I suppose the answer lies with me. But where?
no one will ever know unless they believe all they're told.
no one can answer the question never asked