"No matter what, I'll never be able to forget you" he said over the phone. A tear slides down my cheek, words catching in my throat as I choke back a sob. He'll never know how much I care, but I can't ask him back now. So I swallow my sorrow and let out an indifferent mumble that doesn't mean anything, pretending I didn't hear him speak. Yet those words are the only thing running through my mind over and over and over again. While my mind struggles to find something to say that is not what I'm feeling, my heart is screaming through the pain and my pride to say the words I never could say. The clock strikes the hour and it is time for me to go. So we say our goodbyes and I hang up the phone. The loudness of the silence makes me finally break and I let out a loud and heartfelt sob. Holding back my feelings kills me everytime I hear your voice. For the rest of the night I stare at the wall where your first poem to me is pinned. "Maybe someday" it says. I wish someday would come, but in my heart I know its over, someday will never come. I lay my head down with a million sad thoughts running through my mind and quietly start to cry untill the morning light shines in my window...