illusions.

There's obviously no explanation for it whatsoever.
Why my heart skips a beat every time you walk by.
Why a smile automatically appears on my face just by your sight.
Why even though it's not you that i look for, but it's you that i still see.
Or why i sometimes try to be more compatible to you.
I'm not in love with you.
I can't be.
I don't even know you.
Stolen glances and late night text-ing doesn't tell you anything about a person.
Except for how good he looks like in his myspace pictures or the way he makes you feel loved.
But it sure as hell doesn't make any sense at all.
I guess it's just the idea of you i'm in love with.
Who knows, you might not even exist.
Maybe i don't even care.
Maybe i just want to be walking on that beach; feeling the rush of the waves on my skin.
Admiring the beautiful scenery of the dark starry night.
Feeling your hand holding me, keeping me safe.
Just having to be near you.
Whether you actually do exist or just an illusion.