That Day

That day I was in love.
In love with what?
In love with who?
With him or with the man I wanted him to be?

Did I just dream all of it?
Imagined my own story on a blank canvass?
Maybe...
Maybe not...
Guilt of having hope
Of wishing love
Of sharing something different
A connexion
A complicity
A deeper understanding
Of two human being, with flaws...
I liked him.
Time will tell I guess

Thank you anyway
I learned some good stuff
Good night