When i daydream of someone, you are the someone.
The someone can change.
I realize i'm picturing you, and so i change it.
I change the picture, i change the person, i change the plot, i change the you, the me, the time, the page.
I change it to fit; fit my story.
It's a book and i'm the author.
I go back, i rewind, i scribble over, i erase, i whiteout; the plot has begun to develop hole's.
I fill those hole's with "platonic," "platonic," "platonic."
In reality, i want you.
I think i want you.
But i don't know you.
I don't even know myself.
When i daydream, i'm also different.
I change me, too, sometimes.
You see, the book is missing a few pages in each chapter.
Every chapter, there's a new character.
I don't know if that character is always me.
I don't know the difference between platonic and romantic, is there one?
Explain it to me.
I'm a visual learner.
Ignore that, scribble it out.
When i daydream, i daydream you.
When i daydream, i daydream him.
When i daydream, i daydream me.
When i daydream, i daydream romance.
When i daydream, i daydream platonic.
When i, when, well i, you, him, me?
This isn't reality, it's a ******* fantasy book.
It's a dream, a dream where maybe i could know you and i could know me.
A dream where we knew each other.
A dream where i don't try to convince myself i don't like you.
A dream where we are even living in the same space. Same country would do.
A dream. Romantic dream.
But when i open my eyes, when i shut down my imagination, well then.
Platonic, platonic, platonic.