never

Some of the best moments are the most fleeting.
It never lasts...
like how you would picture it to be.

Reality isn't parallel with fantasy at all.
We almost always imagine the best.
And it ends up usually hurting our own selves.

We just see things different.
Not eye to eye.

But in her eyes,
I can see a reflection of myself.
Of how I could be.
But perhaps more of who she's looking for.
And it's not me nor I.

But those perfect moments.
Are everlasting.
The are unadulterated...
precious...
You would have want to hold on to it too.
I guess it's just me...
I met someone special
And I jumped in right too soon.