He felt warm and safe – I felt special 

Motivated and supported 

Everything felt kismet – real and raw

Now my memory feels contorted 

Was this all just a dream? A fantasy?

A muse  – affection in the mirror 

Él es tan encantador

Was he ever really here? 

I don’t want this to be all there is 

Daydream – patience – slow and steady

I always miss him when he leaves

This can’t be it – I wasn’t ready 

Up all night starring at empty space

Enough overthinking to fill a book

I want this all to have been a nightmare 

To wake up cuddled in my nook