Sitting there across the restaurant, in a totally different world. I see you, I know you exist. You say "hi." And so do I.
I knew you once and you knew me too. But the true you never shines through. We choose our own reality, but our tastes are not the same. Our eyes meet occasionally, only when it's necessary. Yet it's not enough.
Maybe tomorrow you'll have more to say. So I'll save that hope for then. Words unsaid, gestures ungiven, wasted time.
I wish you would talk to me Ryan.
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