you.

well, you're prolly thinking who's this "you" i keep referring to.

it doesnt really matter. does it?

like i have the slightest chance of actually being with her.

that someone you could talk to late at night, telling her how bad your day was and yet she wouldn't mind hearing your inane complaints. when you're sleepy, she gently pulls your head towards her right shoulder and you slept hoping the bus ride would go on forever. how she would look straight into your eyes, and you try hard not to lose yourself in her gaze. everytime she could make all your worries non-existent with a simple hug/kiss.

someone you would selfishly protect with your life.

so i shall continue living life as a dreamer though sooner or later i have to accept the bitter fact that its pointless.