You are every moment that hasn’t happened yet, but is buried into my mind nonetheless; you
Are a nostalgia for the future, a vain wish for perfection that I know I will not achieve but love to daydream about anyway.
You are running down a castle hallway in a ball gown and diamond necklace, all in slow motion
You are stargazing on my roof on a summer night
You are standing alone on a cold beach and watching the water pour in
You are light blue ice cream in an amusement park
You are smoky coffee shops with vines creeping along the sides
You are stacks of books in towers that don’t exist
You are the magic at the end of my fingertips
You are the galaxies I have not seen
And I know that I will never see them
Nor will I run in slow motion or stargaze on my own roof or discover some secret tower in the middle of a forest
I am not meant to be the person who achieves you, but the person who discovers you
I am destined for heartbreak at your hands
I am destined to crumble at the wish of you
I am destined for someone else, someone not so intangible, someone not so untouchable, someone I can hold and love while believing every second of it
But I will never forget that while I did not win you,
I saw you, in all your glory
And that is good enough for me