I don't know...

I don't know... I don't know if it's jealousy... Envy, nostalgia... Perhaps a need. I don't know if he likes me or loves me... or if it's simply... making dreams come true. Sometimes so close... Sometimes so far away... So distant or so near... That you can almost touch him, So magical, so tender... Invisible yet real... Making you want to reach out... But when you arrive, he's already gone. I don't know if it's jealousy... Envy, nostalgia... Perhaps a need. I don't know if he likes me or loves me... or if it's simply... making dreams come true. Sensitive and different... Yet so normal... That it feels like a dream... Amidst a deep loneliness. Melancholic and nostalgic... Dragging the past along— A weight that barely lets him walk... And searching, almost desperately, For a story without an end. I don't know if it's jealousy... if he loves me... or if it's insecurity— perhaps... an illusion... that makes his dreams come true. I don't know if it's jealousy Or if he loves me I don't know... I don't know...