Universe, are you listening?

Hope

I keep hoping you'll write to me one day.
I go to sleep at night hoping to see you in my dreams, holding me like I deserve to be held.
I look for you in a crowd hoping to find you, but it never happens; you don't know how much that breaks my heart.
Hope is a dangerous thing. It makes my hands and feet tingle, my stomach bubbles and my head spins, my mind starts to travel and makes up incredible scenarios. Then reality hits, my heart breaks in response. Because you're still not mine. No matter how much I want it, how much I want you, you still ignore me. You don't want me and it breaks me. It literally tears me apart. When you walk past by and you don't see me, it feels like dying. It's worse when you walk by and you see right through me, like I don't even exist, like I'm invisible.
I want you to see me, I want to exist in your world. Please see me. Please let it be me for once. Let me be the girl in his dreams. Let me be the girl he wishes for when he blows on a lash. Let me be the girl he yearns for. Let me be the girl he wants.