She walks with grace, a world of light,
A thousand paths within her sight.
I stand on one, but she's not mine,
While others wait in tender line.

Her heart a garden, rich and wide,
And I, the lonely one outside.
I wonder if she sees me there,
Or if I'm just a fleeting air.

In silence, I fear the growing space,
A whisper of doubt I can't erase.
Her laughter shared with another's ear,
A friendship that I can't come near.

The miles between us stretch and bend,
And I wonder if this will be the end.
A male friend's smile, her trust, her light,
Am I losing her to the quiet night?

We shared no touch, not yet a glance,
But in our words, I feel the dance.
A spark ignites in every line,
A warmth thats growing, soft, and divine.

Though we haven’t met, I’m starting to see,
How easy it is to feel so free,
Talking to you, so light, so bright
A bond already shining in the night.

We’ve talked for hours, hearts laid bare,
Though we’ve not met, you’re always there.
Your voice, your laugh, they fill my mind,
A deeper connection, hard to find.

I’m starting to fall, though we’re apart,
A quiet love is growing in my heart.
I can’t wait to meet, to see you face,
But for now, I’m happy in this space.

A little bit good,
A little bit bad,
Aren't we all like that ?

Pain is personal,
So is the healing.

Don't live the life they want to see,
Live the life you want it to be.