On Unrequited Love, Pt. 4
What lives in the mind is not what walks on the earth. In my own mind, you’ve been made ethereal, a radiant being who I covet like shining gold. But this is reality. No man is god, no woman a goddess. If I am to feel for you, to want you, it should be the true you. I do not want to love the gossamer fabrics my mind has wrapped you in, but the person underneath these immaculate layers.