It never made sense and you were never the one, but my heart could not stand that. At night it dreamed up scenarios of where you loved me. Where you took me aside and kissed me. Where you came to the thought of me and my image on your phone. Where you never forgot me, as I never forgot you. These poems read like diary entries. All my friends know the drama, but none too bold to say, “he’s just not that into you.”