Without you.

I remember the first time I saw you,
You lite up the room with the smile everyone falls for.
You walk like you have somewhere to go,
You talk like you have something to say.
With our conversations,
with your mind, and my heart,
I thought we were made for something more.
More than what you find in the halls,
more than what you see down the street.
I thought we were apart of love.
Love with each other, and the world around us.
We connected through the words we spoke,
through the way we walked together,
and through each sunset that we felt.
Everything was real,
Beyond what we could see was purity.
You mean more to me than anyone.

And maybe that's what's upsetting.
Because I know, no matter what's meant to happen.
I will never be with you.
And without you, I've never felt so alone.