Discomfort

I can't stop thinking about you. I wonder if you're thinking about me or if you even like me. All of it is pointless. I can never really have you. You love someone else and the hour we spent together isn't going to change that. You probably haven't even thought about me after that night, have you? When you looked at me the way you looked at me, everything was perfect. But I can't think about this. It's just not right. I just can't fall for you. It would never work. It is best if I cut you out of my life completely. After all, we've only met once. We don't have to meet again. But I know that won't happen. I will meet you again. I must.