I Thought It Was You

I wish I wouldn’t have asked if it was you. I was thriving off the mystery of the unknown. Something about the uncertainty seemed to lure my mind into the fantasy I was creating.

I guess I just really wanted it to be you more than anything else. I hoped that the words that I read were the words that you wished you could have said.

Maybe it’s because I’m good at making myself believe the stories that I want to be true, and God knows how badly I wanted him to be you.

My mind still wonders how he could’ve known the things that he did. How was he able to describe the stories that your eyes tell mine.

No longer do I eagerly await him in my feed. His profile only drips disappointment from who he turned out to be. How could I’ve been so foolish, green and naïve.