All I miss is the idea of you, a fabricated illusion that can only last if a constant distance is kept between us. I am okay with this. It is a lie that I'm not sure always constitutes as a lie, if I am aware that it is not a correct representation of you; simultaneously knowing there really isn't a correct one of anybody. There might be more accurate perceptions than others, but I wouldn't really know how to define, measure or compare them or scrutinize the sides that are in lacking.
All I know is I would rather not let you have too much control over these ideas and I cannot expect anyone to want to live up to expectations this unrealistic, but I can keep them in a box locked away. This will not prevent their shattering, but it will prolong the inevitable rude awakening.
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