Conformations.

You live far away.

You're too old.

You've a life begun.

But you're beautiful, kind, nice..

I live here.

Perhaps, I'm young.

I've a life to begin.

But I am empty, alone, incomplete.

Just friends?

I cannot think of that idea.

I find it impossible.

It's ridiculous, I feel ridiculous, stupid.

Seem necessary, as if you fill in the gaps in me.

You're not perfect 'cause nobody is perfect.

It's weird, I feel strange, everything is.

Only I wish I could see you one day.

Far away to there, here, I'm trying to catch you.

This sucks! but it's the only I have right now.