i'm really fine.

i had a dream;
it was perfect.

you were perfect,
and i was okay.
yes, i was finally good enough.
you said to me: "i would not change one thing about you. you're beautiful tonight."


how nice.
how very nice.

but then i woke up;
i had to remind myself to separate fact from fiction (i hate doing that).
knowing full well, that i could never be okay in your mind.

but it's okay.
really.

it is.

(i would say i understand....

...but i don't)