For as long as I remember, I’ve searched for her.
I smiled at her.
I talked with her.
I laughed with her.
I helped her.
I worked with her.
I became friends with her.
I respected her.
I adored her.
All in hopes of finding out that the moment with her existed.
The moment of staring at her and knowing the search was over.
I thought she was there across the hallway.
I thought she was the one who made me forget Valentine’s Day existed.
I thought she walked into my life with shades on.
I thought she was going to make things seem amazing.
I thought she could have been a part of my very core.
I thought she was going to be a part of my long-term plans.
I thought she made my heart melt into words.
I cared about her.
I missed her.
I flirted with her.
I texted her.
I wrote about her.
I expressed myself to her.
I prayed for her.
I fell in love with her.
All to see her walk away from my life repeatedly.
Still though, I’ll keep on searching for her, so we can build a future.
For me and for her.