by Rona Nushi
Hand in hand we're not walking, but my heart has found a friend. It's like a puzzle of dreams have come together and a masterpiece is created. He stands next to me, protects me, but gets me hope. I close my eyes and I'm able to see him, but not to touch him, neither to smell. He's the scale I measure others, and not a single one can come that close. He's the best, yet the worst. The tallest, the thickest wall I've built. This is the man I'm in love, the one that walks by me every day, that non existent one.