You talked like a song and I sounded like a poet. You saw the world like a sunrise and I only saw sunsets. Your favorite days were gloomy ones and I loved the rain.

We were alike but not quite. We were similar but not exactly the same. We weren't opposites but we were attracted to each other.

Our affection was stronger than the pull of a blackhole. We were quickly ****** into our own universe where we created our own world of songs and poems, of sunrises and sunsets, of gloom and rain.

But it was all an illusion, a sweet imagining, a lovely lie.

We were almosts, almost the same, almost the perfect equals. We had little differences but they were still polarities; and in the end, our ends didn't meet.