I drew you in my head. I drew you in my mind. But, I didn’t know where to draw the line.

Silence and steadfast refusal made me realize that your pride would never allow you to do the things I wished you would.

It’s still with wishful pining whenever I think of you.

But it’s also with realistic disappointment that it will never be real.

It probably never was.

Goodbye stranger.

Hello friend.

It’s over, and I fell out of like.

But I landed on a trampoline and bounced off, laughing.