And I stop because that’s all you and I will ever be. A series of absolute nothingness. You are a tidal wave to me, and here I am—not even a slight breeze. You feel like home to me and I’m just somewhere that’s not even on your map. And that’s why when you finally see me, I look away because you’re not even really seeing me. You will never see me the way I see you. I’m a leaf on the sidewalk, the smell that’s there when you enter your home, the empty desk in the classroom—something you don’t even know that’s there. But you… You are the color in my black and white world, you are the dream in my reality, you are the love in this heart of mine. You are everything to me. But that’s just it. You and I will always just be who you and I have always been: nothing.