Often going through life with my head in the clouds and daydreaming, this idea came from a place of truth: “August 19th, I passed him in the street today. It feels strange to see him in reality when I think about him every night, I make up conversations we would have and what songs we would listen to. I wonder if his heart was beating as hard as mine when he saw me from across the road. Maybe he will be at that party next week, maybe he will think I look pretty.”