To feel what I feel,

and...
 

how i feel,

about someone,

whom i never met,

whom i never laid my eyes on,

is yet another one of life's mysteries.

it is not because of how she looks,

or... 

how she smiles.

it is not because the way she talks

or,

the way she tries.

thinking about her gives me tingles,

even my pain gets more bearable,

she is not just a friend,

not just someone who I adore.

her existence proves destiny is real,

as real as I and her,

as real as you and them.

a life lived deprived of sense,

a tear that drops with no purpose,

a faint smile,

absent of reason,

other than to seem what I am not.

i believe life's meaning will change,

only once I get to smell her surroundings,

and...

how gentle and calm her hands feel,

entangled in mine.

it is cruel,

to be alive,

so far from her.

if a meaning to live is needed,

you are the meaning to my life,

you are all the meanings,

all the reasons,

to persist,

to grab on to anything i can,

just to linger a while longer.

just a little bit more,

until i can finally die.