When reality doesn't appear, there's still a small bubble of hope that things has never really changed that much and we're all still what we were, only in different paths, different situations, but we're still all of what we used to be.

I can see it the way I like it to be, anticipate the moments, basically, if I don't think about it, time just stopped where it was all pretty and gleeful.

Now when reality hits and sets right in, the bubble has burst and it slaps me in the face twice as hard. It's never going to go back to how it was like.

I still love you, but somehow our paths are just moving further and further away. Maybe it's just me.