I will call you "my love" in letters and shared secrets. I will dream of your company and all of the times when we could've shared laughs and cuddles. I will wish to be comforted by you. I will hang on to the notion that my feelings can be returned. I will keep on holding to the possibility of us.

Even though, the more i see, and the more i learn, and the more i listen, the more my heart gets shattered to pieces.

It's a floating fantasy that can drown me anytime.