I’m walking down the long and lonely hallway to my apartment door.
Every time I turn the corner, I wish you’d be standing there.
I imagine in my head running towards you with tears down my face and kissing you. So happy to have you here.
But I know that’ll never happen.
On the phone last night you mentioned how you and I will never see each other again.
Ever.
I fake a smile and laugh because I know you’re right.
The unfortunate thing about my mind is I’m a daydreamer and you’re a realist. My head is always up in the clouds and you bring me down to earth. I don’t want to believe it but maybe you’re right.
Is it so crazy for me to admit I’m falling in love?
Although I think it’s normal, my friends call me insane and I’m starting to think you think it’s insane as well.
I don’t want to meet someone else. I don’t want to meet someone who I will always try to compare to you. I don’t want to meet someone who won’t try to get to know me like you did.
If I do, I’ll close my eyes while he kisses me and I’ll be hoping that when I open my eyes, it’s you I see.
I am only fooling myself.
I am a firm believer that the universe sends people into your life for a reason.

Don’t be sad, he says, I’m not trying to make you sad.
I like talking to you.
Maybe for now, this is as good as it gets,