Here I am once again trying to preserve as much sleep as I can for the next 4 hours 
Yet I close my eyes and my mind is still awake rushing with thoughts of you 
You used to be just a vision
Just an imagination I thought I would search my life looking for 
But you're real 
Never did I suspect it to be you or for myself to be so infatuated with every single detail about you 
It's weird thinking about a year ago before I even met you I spent nights thinking of you and writing about all the many adventures I'd have 
Although I have found you 
I do not have you 
Now what's the coincidence in that 
Maybe there will many other future "you's" that I wrote about 
But in this moment you are the poetry that runs through my head and flows so smoothly onto paper 
I do hope you are the boy I would speak so beautifully about in my writings 
And that one day fate will bring us together 
Or I hope that person I am suppose to be with is out there waiting for me just to run into him.