When you laugh from afar,
I have no choice but to wonder who made you do so.
I grow envious of that person,
Whoever it may be,
Knowing I will never be able to bring joy to your soul.
When you walk,
I imagine myself walking beside you,
So that I may hear your voice up close,
Knowing that your words are meant for me and only me.
It pains me when I come back to reality and realize yet again,
That they are only fancies that you and I will never experience.