I am in love
with someone who doesn't know I exist... literally. I found her picture over the internet. Sad, I know, but I could do nothing. My heart shivered in my chest. We are from the same country, same school before I left, the same social circle... a fragment of the life I had left behind for supposed greener pastures. I tried to gather as much information as I could. I found out she loved design and she was talented at that. Smart and clever, sweet and funny, we shared many things in common. Many odd things as well that I thought I'd never find in another. Of the photos I found of her online, one in particular stands out. Besides the fact that she is utterly gorgeous in it, she radiates a sweetness and purity I've never seen before and it touched me. Now, miles and miles away I yearn for her. I want to see her face and her smile. I want to make her laugh. Talk about life, love, geeky things, and ridiculous things. I want to be with her. But she doesn't know I exist. Instead I sit here and think about her and create false memories here in my little corner of the world.