Idea of you


Never have l ever
Thought you'd ever look at me twice in a week
But never in a month.

A snack everyone wants to take a bite of.
Ritchie Untouchable you are called.
Your favorite TV show was The bold and the beautiful,
And so were your accomplice.
Most successful young man of your generation,
'razzi' wants to know your story.
No one really knew her, your sexuality questioned.

You as my superior, fantasy proved to have no limits.
Bumping onto earth's best made creature,
I was shook by your forget-me-not blue eyes that stared
Into mine, mine lost in thine.
Second meet you asked me out. I said "yes."

Six months they wished to trade their lives for mine,
Six months of getting to know the perfect you,
Six months of listening to Fantasia.
Ten months, in presence of all digital, on one knee
Posed the question.
Shook, tears seeping down my cheeks, l said "no."
It had hit me. You loved me, l loved the idea of you.

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