This is a letter to you, yes ever elusive, ever so precious, you.

The cause of much laughter and tears.  All the sad and happy times we've had throughout the years!

You, to which I've laughed with and cried with, and screamed at, and apologized to.

Every precious moment I have I seem to share with you. 

And it breaks my heart, to know that we will always be apart.

For I am here in reality.

You are nothing but an elusive fantasy.

How does one laugh and cry with someone who does not exist?

I have, and always will, but truly, I cannot just ignore this!

Not when I reach for you to come up empty.

Though in my heart and mind I am with you plenty.

I cannot resist you, though you are not really there.

So at this fantasy I stand transfixed, and continue to stare.

I want to reach you, to tell you I love you, I so want all of this to be true!

I simply can't believe in you, but oh how I want to!

So I bide my time, coming up with petty little rhymes.

I fabricate something, anything, that I can cling to!

And yet, never, ever, shall I replace you.

So eternally I will miss you.

I will continue to pretend, and continue to dream.

I will continue to act as though things are not as they seem.

Oh but why can't it be true?

I will continue to laugh, but then I will cry, for my heart is ripped in two.

But always and forever I am trapped. For I will always search for you.

I will cling to this fantasy, for one strange day, perhaps I will make part of it true.

Oh, this is my letter to the one and only, perfect, one of a kind, to the thing that can be known always and only as the simplest of names, only you.