Sometimes...

Sometimes, when the grip of reality squeezes me so tight, I cannot remember why I could be sad and how come this would ever be possible.
But sometimes, when the day is over, as I rush home, or leave coffee cups only half drunk, or forget to put that sticky piece of paper on the mirror... in that very moment between hurrying and shortness of breath, when I can actually inhale and exhale...

Then I think of you.

Then I can remember why I'm sad, or at least melancholic about it.
It's because I've never seen your smile with my own eyes. It's because I highly doubt I can ACTUALLY meet someone like you.
As long as you're my inspiration, you're my nostalgic sadness, too. For the world where you exist in I cannot reach.
And sometimes... between all my duties, all my responsibilities and tasks... Between all my issues that need attention and tackling... Somewhere among all the people I meet every day... I swear I can see your face. A quick and vogue reminder of a better place. A magical place. One where the Unconditional lives.

The love that might never happen to me.