Unreal

This is my writing to you.

You are my love.

You are my life.

I know that we will never meet,

And yet we will always be.

For you are mine and I yours.

Through these writings you shall see.

Our love is simply meant to be.

You exist only in the book I hold,

And I exist only in the book you hold.

Maybe if we reach with our minds,

Then we can find one another.

Then we will touch.

Then we will laugh.

When we go to the place unreal.