I’m not sure why I wanted her. Strangers that have only communicated through likes and heart eye emojis on Instagram. Private messages and friends of friends. All I knew was I was drawn to her. Maybe I was just lonely and fastened myself onto someone whom I assumed desired me. Maybe it was the honesty in her words and the pain I saw reflected in her eyes that resembled mine. I pictured us walking through art museums, her reaching for my hand nonchalantly. Neck kisses, and silky hair between fingertips. This flicker finally evolved into a flame that would consume me if I did not share it. So I did. Promises of friendship evolved from this exchange after I confessed my feelings. Statements with phrases claiming self improvement and that you were not looking for a relationship popped up on my phone. A light sting filled my heart but at least now you know. And if you ever change your mind, I’ll be here.