Right now It’s two in the morning. I’m smoking a cigarette on my fire escape looking at the fog. My day was pretty alright, I didn’t do much other then think about you. A mutual friend of ours told me you would be in town, they said they were gonna hang out with you before you left. It’s been five months since the last time I saw you and I really wish I could just forget about you. Sometimes I tell myself I don’t even know what I saw in you. Then I always remember the way you smiled, the look in your eyes when I could actually manage to make eye contact, the stories you would tell me about yourself. I wanted to be I’m not sure if I fell in love with you or the idea of being in love with you. The only thing I’m sure about is that I regret not telling you how I felt. I wanted to see you today, but it wouldn’t have done any good. I know you never felt that way about me. It’s a waste of time, wanting to be with someone who doesn’t feel the same way about you, but you never said no to me, you were already seeing someone so somewhere in my head I keep thinking that maybe there’s a chance that we could be together. So until I see you again, I’ll keep on hoping, even though I know it’s not worth waiting on.