the idea of you

The idea of you, the dream of my first love.
I was drawn to your essence – so naively yet truthfully.
That one is different from another, that my realm resembles little of yours.
Such triviality did not hinder me from adoring you when the time was pointing three years ago. I then perhaps had a better understanding of the common saying that all humans are essentially one. I could adopt you as part of me because part of you always has been part of me, essentially. Over three years, have I lost my naivety or have I grown up and become wiser? To survive, to be efficient, to make less “mistakes” so that I can be happy. I sometimes doubt if I will ever love someone as strongly as I loved you – that will be bliss.