Stranger in the Subway

The Dream

I guess, after realizing you were different, I loss interest, I looked away. And instead, started imagining a perfect version of you in my head, a boy that I wanted. A boy that loved me.
It was all perfect, I imagined hugging him and whispering sweet nothings with him, holding hands, and seeing his pretty smile.
I started hugging him so tight, I let out all my feelings on him, everything I felt for you, I let out on this creature that didn't exist.
I watched as these feelings oozed down to the floor as I was hugging him. I wanted him so bad. Because this dream was so comforting and cozy.

But the truth was, I was hugging nothing. This boy didn't exist. And I was standing alone on a subway.
I couldn't live a dream like this forever. I'd have to stand still, and give up my reality to a comforting dream. To give up my reality to someone I'll never even be able to see, feel, or touch.
So I sent my farewells to this boy. I hugged him one last time, hugging him as him, and not as you. Thanking him for loving me and caring about me.

And I realized as I snapped back into reality, that I'd find him again, not in my dreams, but in other people. A part of him would always exist in people I would probably soon meet. Shards of him were everywhere, not wholes, I know that a whole of him would never exist, but just shards, and in a subway station, looking around, I would have to start getting out there to find the shards of him again.