How do I live with it? I am in love with an idea, perhaps something even more than an image of idea but truly something I can never be close to. Something, someone I can never get to hold in my arms and tell them about the stars and cosmos I have felt for them. Swear, it feels so real—in my dreams, my morning imaginations, in the slanting rays of the evening sun. It all feels so real but oh how I am in love with a past, future, nostalgia and longings. Where do I even begin to tell? How do I live with it ? With these longings, this future I can only dream of, a reality that is only ever my imagination.
Perhaps in another life, I will fall in love again and it will real
At least for once
Prena Poetry 
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