"If only".
Ok, did I actually say that aloud?
Damn.
And she's looking at me funny.
Keep it cool.
Clear your throat, pretend nothing happened, move along folks..
But it's true.
If only there were two of her.
The one who figures out Nintendos and stuff and saves the world right alongside me.
And then another one.
Who I know would always be there for me, like I would for her.
Who I could live with openly, love and show it, no hiding or pretending or stuff.
Who I could sit on my dock and fish with.
Watch the Simpsons.
Kick back and relax.
And love till the end of our days.
Trouble is, she's one and the same.
And I won't be happy until it happens.