Tonights rant.

As I write this, you and all your beauty are no more than a few feet away. I feel a connection now but once the song has ended and the sun has resin I'll be reminded how far apart from each other we really are. The thought of never being one with you is not as painful as my words would lead to believe. I know I would only corrupt the virtue I see in you. I have made you a unattainable goal for which all others will be compared to and fall short of at no fault of their own. I assume I want the tragic ending I convinced myself that my love life will possess. I just want to hand pick "The one who slipped away" even if you never realized it. So till the bleak future becomes my present, I'll cherish all the "maybe's" and "what if's" I only believe to be true, All your smiles and songs sang I tell myself you intended for me, Every platonic hug and peck on the cheek that I wish meant more. I'll cherish it all and blow the sentimental value way out of proportion until it crashes down on me and the reality of letting you pass me by sets me up for the lonely, miserable, and tragic ending I always told my self make the best stories.