you're my lobster...

and now i'm sure of it.

so close yet still so far. why does the finish line keep moving back? you're a memory that hasn't happened, a thought i can't escape. the days fade into night, but you fade into day and hide in the night. your words are carried on my sleeve because you're always worried you might lose them along with your mind. you never make sense to yourself, but to me you're the last piece of the puzzle. everything fits.

if i could use one word to describe you, i'd have to make one up. because there is no word in the entire english language that could describe everything you are and what you mean to me.

[ex.doubleo's.ex]
i'll see you tonight. you promised to save the last dream for me.