Perhaps I don't feel secure about putting my head and heart into something I feel would not work out in real life. My heart aches for the fact that people I care for are not being appreciated by those who love them equally as much, or even more, than I do. I disregard any form of fanatism because I know that that isn't something that comes from the heart; it's just pure, blind craze. I feel the need to be there to comfort you whenever you feel inferior to the others; I yearn for the day that I could just be right next to you to listen to you share your laughter and your pain, and yet feel distant. Perhaps all this could just be a dream, then I wouldn't mind keeping myself asleep. The smile on your face dries my tears; the tears in your eyes urges me to cherish your smiles even more.
Yet I wouldn't give up the world for you, because I know your very existence means the world to me. Maybe, just maybe, if I could just watch you smile for me for just a single moment, it would just be enough.
And those eyes. Those are the very ones which complete your smile, the ones which complete your tears. I could gaze into your eyes and smile with them, or watch them fill up with tears to let your emotions run dry. If your eyes are the windows to your soul, then your gaze must be the arched gates to Heaven.
Yet reality will forever punish me, for I guess being there for you always will a dream. All I can do now, is to sit and pray that you'll be happy basking under your very own sky with the sun over you always. Then I'll be satisfied with my existence.
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