but

he is hesitation.
he was wanting to kiss me, but
he was filled with a gnawing fear of rejection that was nonexistent.

he was feeling something;
a newborn of a thought of an emotion of me.
he did not want it.
he does not want me.

he is what i want.
he is what i have wanted since i understood what it meant to want someone.
he is unknowingly radiant,
vibrant,
beautiful.

he is aware of things he can touch,
yet he remains unaware of me.
i love him.

but

he is gone.
he is filled, heavy with empty feelings and dense worries.
he is not coming back.
he has no room to.

he is gone.