What if I realise I am one of them?

How would you feel the distance, if you don’t even realise it exists?

How would you measure the distances if they’re all that you will ever have of the other person?

Would you be able to understand me if I say that distances feel too distant in my heart, yet they have somehow filled all the gaps in between?

Far away, I see those souls, embracing and kissing each other; and yet the distances they share were the only light that the moment ever radiated, and not love!

But how sad it would have been if love was behind those distances? Like the lost poetry between the two souls who are intoxicated with the fantasies of each other, living in their own worlds with unrequited, unfading love for each other. How sad it would be if I could almost touch it.. almost touch the mirage of their desperate attempts that they almost took?

I wonder how small the distances would feel if I could push them down in each other’s memory lanes. But I wouldn’t do it, for what if I realize that I am one of them?

Maybe it’s better if fantasies can remain just as distant realities.