I miss you. I want to embrace you. I want us to happen. I want you to know I love you. I want to cry because you’re not mine. I want to scream your name. I want to say “I love you” while our eyes meet. I want you to know how much you mean to me. My mind paints your face. My chest tightens when I think of you. Yet— I know, embrace is impossible. I know, us can’t happen. I know, you would reject me. I know, my tears are wasted. I know, screaming won’t reach you. I know, our eyes will never meet. I know, I mean nothing to you. My mind paints your face— but he looks at you daily. My chest tightens when I think of you— but he will call you when he thinks of you. And it hurts knowing he will be next to you— while you’re sad and crying, while you’re happy and laughing, while you’re angry and shouting. And it hurts knowing— he will be seeing every version of you, the ones I can only dream of.