As I turned into the corner leading into the lobby of my apartment, I saw you sitting by the railings listening to your music. Probably the same sort of dance music that I don’t really fancy. But if there’s one thing we have in common, it’s that I understand how music can make you weep because it reaches into a soft place somewhere.
And as I saw you, I felt my heart drop ten thousand feet into the ground below and I hope never to be found again. Because what I imagined in my mind, finally wasn’t him but you instead. And when I opened my eyes finally, to walk closer, the mirage had disappeared and I realised that my imagined reality is better than anyone else’s reality out there.
Alternatively, life with you has been tougher.