…and I can’t talk about it.

Today while thinking about you, which seems to occur every single second lately, my mind slipped to that one time when we were both simply names.

We passed, and in that single glance I knew that we were meant to be more than just this. A year goes by, and I can’t find the words to ignite something. Who knew that all it would take for our worlds to cross would be a simple “hello.” You will never know how much it meant.

And as I realized that I had been daydreaming, people began waving their hands crying out “HELLO?!” None of them were you.

The funny thing about “hello” is that, there’s never usually a “goodbye.”