It is hopeless, you and I, but in my dreams I dare to hope. Together, for us, is a lie, to which I should already cope. I resent the internet, for having brought us close. It is the biggest heartbreak yet, that we are near but not quite close. And I try to stop my heart, stop loving you altogether. For I know I’ve set you apart, then fell in love with another. I fell in love not with you— but with my idea of you.