I talked about you like you single handedly put each star in the sky, and maybe I still talk about you that way — maybe it's not past tense. The first day we talked, our phone call was six hours and it was eight hours the next night.
You got me.
Every time we spoke, or even text, I was constantly laughing and realizing more and more that you were going to be a person i couldn't shake. Nor did I want to.
You checked every box for me: you were a musician, you had long messy hair and a smile that made me melt which you witnessed so many times over our disgustingly adorable Facetimes where i’d spend what felt like hours just looking at you.
I just wish I checked those boxes for you.
Maybe I just read into things too much, and maybe I just saw what I wanted to because I could swear I made you as nervous as you made me and I could swear you were as confident in our connection as I was.
But of course you weren't.
I should have seen you not being into me from a mile away.
Everything we had was built from loneliness on your behalf and me finding out what a stellar guy you are on my behalf. Girls like me don't get guys like you — I've seen the movies, so I should have seen the ending.
I thought — no, prayed — that the spark wouldn't be there in person and that I could move on with no hassle. However, it was there. The second I saw you and heard your laugh in person, it confirmed everything. Everyone I was with could see it written on my face: I was absolutely smitten.
Quickly after our encounter that ended in me crying in a parking lot at 2 a.m.,I felt like a guy would never see in me what I saw in him our communication was cut.
