.. to my imaginary friend - lover
13/4/2009 ·
I love little details about you , or i guess i only love the details. It became an obsession , after all this time. Even that cup of cappucino makes me happy. Its not the first time `i felt English` about you , but its the first time i decided to write without translation. What i write sounds closer to me when i write just like i feel.
You know what is the best part of your being imaginary ? I can carry you inside of me , to everywhere. I can imagine flawless memories about you . So flawless that noone can have it in real life.
I have no idea about how long it has been since i got you. But i know that i have you more than %15 of my life. Actually you have no idea about how easy to be real. Your parents never got you a puzzle when you were a child ? Is it why its that hard for you to match the pieces , to figure it out ?
You are the loser my friend , not me. Because i am the owner , not you.
I realized how much i hate you while writing this shit. I could use my brain for better and better things instead of you. You owe me an almost quarter life time !! An almost quarter life time that passed with the thoughts of you ..
My dear friend , my dear imaginary lover ;
You could have had me , but its too late. I give up.
You are not unreal , you are just imaginary. You are just too good to be real , thats all..
Now that i know you will remain imaginary forever , why would i keep you in my mind .
Tonight , i am giving up the idea of you ..
@ April 13 , 02:47
