I talked to God about you every night. There are just things that are not meant to happen right now. You came unexpectedly with a mask as I waited for you to arrive. We took the night outside the city lights and watch the people walk by. We shared our thoughts about emotions and you’ve told me how you could hold everything in your hands without even crying. That’s absurd but I admire you for being real. Every detail about you will forever stay with me. But hey, I waited for you to respond when I almost got the chance to. But you never came. It just feels like a dream that you existed in my life. Who are you for the third time? A page left forgotten.