I want this

What am I doing?

Why am I doing this?

I'm driving myself crazy. And how am I going about doing so?

Staring at glimpses of your life. Pieces of a puzzle that are either lies or extremely raw depictions of you. I'll never know which.

How does this drive me crazy?

It makes me long for a happiness that I'm not even sure exists. A happiness that I want but seems so far away.

There's a love there. A love that is only dreamed about. Dreamed in wild stretches of the imagination.

And yet...

You show it to me. These glimpses that may only be a flippant pause to you.

Your stolen glimpses speak to a part of my soul that wants so badly to reach fulfillment. Fulfillment I'm not even sure is possible.

I love this thing that doesn't represent what you are showing, only what I see.

My heart is begging for a reprieve, but I cannot stop.

I love this.
I want this and I love this.
I want this.