He had a panic attack.
So he stands in the road.
He wipes his tears.
He stars up at the stars as he blows out the smoke.
She sits in her room.
She feels lonely.
She wonders about him.
She wipes her tears.
He burns incense.
His room is quiet.
His world is dark.
His life is a mess.
She curls up in a ball on her bed.
Her universe is still.
Her mind is disturbed.
Her life is incomplete.
They know each other.
They've hung out.
They're friends.
But,inside...
She thinks she loves him.
He thinks she's awesome.
She thinks about him every day, every second, every moment.
His thoughts are unknown.
He's different from any guy she's ever met.
She's one of a kind.
Is it meant to be?