Separate

Tonight was a very interesting night.  In-fact I'm still trying to sort it all out in my head.  I finally got in contact with someone who's the author of a poem that really rocked my world just a few months ago.  It was a poem that I was certain you wrote, but you didn't.  It was merely an incredible coincidence that I am glad that I was involved in.  The poem reminded me of our love and of you.  It brought strength to my soul and reminded me of who I was and who I needed to be.  Matter of fact it helped me to make some much needed changes in my life.  Now the confusing part is separating you from her.  After reading, as well as associating, so much of her writings with you, and now learning that it is in fact not you, has been difficult.  I think it's been good though.  The words the Aussie wrote spoke to my soul so strongly.  This coupled with my memories and love for you made for quite the fictitious lover of my mind and soul.  Don't get me wrong, I still love you beyond compare.  It's just that I feel like I can make it through a day now without being absolutely miserable knowing you may never reciprocate my love or even speak to me again.  I hesitate to post this because on the off chance you actually read what I write. I don't want you to misunderstand it in any way.  I think it's easy to misunderstand, because I still do not entirely understand it myself and these are my thoughts.  I have to publish this though because there are therapeutic means in publication.