When I met you, you were crazy and unchained. Misunderstood in the worst of ways. Your life was dark, dark as night. While mine stood out, 10 times bright. Ridiculed and shamed, but still I was not quiet. Annoyed and perturbed, but still I stood by it. There was something so wild, so pure, a world to discover, an illness to cure. Today I met you once again, and my astonishment hits the fence. How have you changed? How is this possible? Can someone please explain? You were terrible, terrible and bad, but now I look at you and feel anything but sad. I smile and I laugh, I even converse, I never thought it possible, never thought it would go through, but somehow, someway, my heart has chosen you. Still, if you are the one, I will never know. I can never tell you, no matter how long time goes. Hearts would be broken, friendships shattered. Millions of faces all in the shadows, and although I love you, I love you so much, I must turn away. Walk around and take off. Because the world is right. We are two different people. No matter how alike. We can never be one, never two halves of one whole. But trust me if fate desires it we will be together after a long line of hardships. As said in Latin, per aspera ad astra, through the thorns to the stars.