How Do You Get To Wonderland?

You were a wondrous thing. You were like the eighth to seventh wonder in the world.

“Write the good parts about me in a story.”
She said. He then replied.
“But I love both the good and the bad.”

You were part of the story I wanted to write in. 

Although I couldn’t taste you.

Although I couldn’t touch you.

Although you couldn’t be felt.

You were not mine. You were never mine.

And your soul’s desire kept us apart. The way you wanted her and not me.

You were my wonderland. But how do you get to wonderland?

We were lovers in our own story.

In our own wonderland.

I’ve always wanted to be in your wonderland. To be a part of you.

You were all I ever wanted.

And you blinked at me and told me that yes, you loved all good parts and bad parts of our love story….

I’ve always wanted it to be you. I knew it was you.
And there we were.