I fell for you through a signal, much similar to a spark. I felt your soul through my screen, your words spoke novels to my fingertips. When we conversed for too long my phone would overheat, as did my body. I always wondered how you would affect me in person if you had the power to touch me from miles away.

You meant a lot to me but you always claimed I meant more to you. It did not seem that way when you left me out to bleed after stabbing me with your absence. You ran away and I kept chasing after you, despite my blood running dry. I know you saw me, I know you looked back every once in a while. Not once did you stop to wait on me. My struggle did not seem to weaken your soul.

That spoke more of you than any of your empty words ever have. Next time somebody tells me I mean more to them than they do to I, I will look at the scars from your silent stab. That will be a reminder to keep my guard up this time.

What keeps me going is knowing that every once in a while we might meet again in my dreams. The possibility of closing my eyes and seeing you tonight is something that gets me through the darkest hours. If it does not happen today then perhaps tomorrow? Maybe we will kiss, maybe we will laugh, or maybe we will cry beneath the night sky. I believe the ultimate glimmer of hope lies within the chance of you dreaming of me too. If you do, I hope I tell you everything you long to hear my dear.