I want to feel like you're very close to me. and i miss your smile so much, as bright as the stars. how you do it or where you go is now my problem too. but you always don't let me know if you're true, like a beautiful fairy tale, that just doesn't come true. if i'm not mistaken too much, there is something to these fairy tales. Transition to the next horizon If you choose not to be true enough, I don't blame you. because just because you're not real doesn't mean you're not beautiful, but you're like my little love drug that just makes me happy. but every day the same is just not, because it's just my thoughts that play a damn love prank on me! sometimes it's enough of the stuff called love.. because its all a small beautiful consolation that you are not lonely. But maybe it's just my conscience that unsettles me, but then I can't trust my conscience because it's wrong.