A thousand different scenarios I build in my head, laying awake at night, watching the forlorn sky and try to conjure up the reaction you give me as it finally dawns you.
But the scenarios dissolve as reality crashes and it settles in my stomach like a ton of bricks that you will always remain oblivious to what you mean to me.
You will lose people as you grow older like coins falling out of your pocket, You will lose them whether you like it or not, even the ones who promised to stay and the ones to whom you promised to keep.
These eyes still thirst for a glimpse of you among the millions of strangers, they come across every day, hoping by some miracle, fate, or chance - today would be the day when the thirst would be quenched.