I know what is happening, and I know it is not right.

I understand what is happening, but I don't at the same time.

Everything feels real, so real that it's almost unreal.

But I am sure that the love I feel is not just an element of my mind's childish game. It's something more, something never felt before, something that'll never be felt again, something no one can ever gain.

Everything is surreal, it's so serene. I feel the love so naturally, as if it's just the breeze. Passing by me, unapologetically, unbiased.

I understand if you can't understand what I mean, but do I really know what I mean?

It's something that I've never known, something that I'll never know.
Love is the world's most prejudiced feeling, and I'm prejudiced to you.

I love selflessly, as I watch your growing fondness for somebody who's not me, I love relentlessly, even if it hurts me, doesn't even spare me sleep.

And all I've ever wanted is for you to forget her, all I've ever wanted is for you to fall into me.

So I watch everything fall apart, and I watch you confide in me.

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I feel like she's there, like she always has been. I feel like she's the one, everything one can ever be. Can one ever be anything?

I watch her, from afar. I fall in love, from afar.

It felt so right that I knew nothing but her.

And when she finally noticed me, she fell right into love.

We were inseparable, there was nothing that could pull us apart.

Love was what felt right, even if I never knew what it was.

But suddenly, everything fell apart, she vanished, like she had never been there.

And I?
I fell right back again, into more comfortable arms, it felt like that was where I belonged until I no longer belonged anywhere.