When we were together, I felt invincible. It was like we were in our own world, where it was okay for us to hold hands, and lie together and just stare while your music was playing. We would hide when others came in to interrupt us, we couldn't let them know what we had.

But now, now I'm just confused. Did it mean nothing? Do you do that with everyone? Was it just because we were both lonely in a foreign land and nothing more? I have known you since I was a child, but I have never known you as I did before.

And now, because of that, the only way I can fall asleep is by imagining you are next to me like you were back then. When I can't, I lie awake and reminisce about how we played as children, and try to feel your soft fingers interlaced with my own, but you're not there.

Now we have gone back to our real lives, back to school and study, back to our friends.
Back, separated only by streets, but barely speaking.