illusions.

It took me having to explain you to different people time and time again that I realized I can sum you up with one illusory adjective "hes's perfect" is what I usually say.

"so why aren't you together?" is what I get back.

And I've come to the evident realization that what makes you so great is you're unattainable.

The situation is so imperfect it simply illuminates how perfect you really are.

It is the worst irony I can imagine, something so desirable is impossible to have.

It makes the pain in knowing you're somewhere, out of my reach but in the reach of others far luckier than me, almost unbearable.

but then it makes me question if you were real to begin with.