He is in my foundation. We grew up together and we played together but he never loved me in the same way that I loved him. And after years of nervous smiles and fidget-y hands I am no longer worried that he won’t love me because I know that there is no chance that he will. We are opposites and its not that he doesn’t like me. It’s just that he doesn’t want me and that’s okay. He isn’t a challenge to me anymore. He’s probably married by now. I haven’t seen him in ages. I still think of him everyday though. His eyes. His eyes haunt me and I find myself drawn towards his look-alikes but they are only cheap imitations. I’ve built him up so much in my mind that I can’t even tell where the reality ends and fantasy begins. Jenn and I made up a nickname around 7 years ago: Stine. She knows why and I won’t explain where it came from but it suits him and he will always be my Stine no matter what he turns into or who he marries. And maybe one day when we are both 45 and divorced we’ll meet up in a supermarket and have the romance I’ve always dreamed of. Until then I am resigned to find someone else. Someone completely different, who I don’t have to constantly chase, someone who will chase me. Sidenote: This picture is called "Him" it's one of those pop art thingies. I like it.