Infinity

I try to figure you out. Usually, with other people, it works out. It doesn’t with you. You are too many of yourself. I don’t know. There’s infinity and I can’t find where it starts and where it ends. But it’s not that I would dislike that. I love that.
And the coolest thing of all is that I like you so, so much, that I am willing to cope with it. 
So we do some more steps, and some more steps towards each other across the abyss that separates us. The truth is, would this abyss remain (in our hearts), we wouldn't touch each other, it would be boring. And when something touches your soul in a way that feels heavenly or special, then it must be beautiful for your eyes.