My biggest fear
is I'll never get over
the idea of you
and maybe
that's what it was all about.
Maybe I did not see
things as they were
but instead
as I wanted them to be,
and that's probably what we were.
I never stopped
to explore your idea of me.
The memories I have
are twisted
in my own concept of perfection,
and even though so alike,
we couldn't be any more different.
But still
I guess
I'll never fall out of love
with the idea
I have of you.