My Darkest Secret

I am in love with someone.

This someone is far from me.

This someone is far from me in terms of both time and space.

Time: Future.

Time: Who we are.

I can still smell the beautiful scent.

Like Ambrosia coated with honey that has fallen straight from heaven.

It's strange you know.

The way love works.

The way you still feel alone after all the feelings well up in you.

Does it constitute in a tainted soul?

Or does it mean that I will love forever?