//Two worlds apart...// I loved him more then I ever knew I could love someone. It was so pure and so sweet... ten million memories and one hundred thicked lipped kisses. I still love him now... I love our memory and what we had. I love how he holds me with his soul... and lets me know I'm still who I am to him, even if it isn't about love. I accepted the fact that we were two worlds apart, and at the end of a week where I reminice dabout my missed out fun college life, my fast paced trek through adulthood, my waltz through my physical and emotional lows... I search his name and hit send. Wish him lots of luck in his world... as I watch from afar in mine. The real world is keeping me away I say explaining why I'm not wishing him luck in person. This is the real world he tells me It's a reality. It may be a reality to you, but not to me I reply in my adult cockiness tone. It's real in your world too... he says It's real in your world and mine. I pause and regroup, refusing to get lost in the emoness of the moment. I shrug it off and come off like he's acting too emotional for me. He caught me dumbfounded, but I recovered, but in reality it's like he was reading my mind. In convincing myself that his world doesn't match mine he crept back in and convinced me otherwise. Or tried to atleast. And I let him...