A subtle intensity. It doesn’t consume my every waking thought, but it‘s always there. Lingering. Creeping along the edges of my mind. You. Every passing glance. Every conversation we ever had. Something was there. I know you felt it too. But I guess we were both too scared to act on it. You pushed me away, and I ran without questioning why. And now I feel crazy. You make me fucking crazy. And it is so clear that our story is over, that we’ll most likely never see each other again. Yet I’m not entirely convinced that’s true. It doesn’t feel over, even though everything is pointing to the fact that it is.

-c