i thought you would be on the receiving end of a midnight call when i need reassurance that everything is real and i am actually alive and not just my own imagination and that i need the daily reminder of sleep
i thought you would be buying me coffee and picking me up from school with your small black car to head out to the library and hide in the maze of bookshelves, with me wandering around, my itching hands searching for new stories, and you following after, grinning softly at my love for these fairy tales
i thought you would be holding my hand when i walk down the streets of downtown, whispering jokes and exchanging smiles like love letters, hoping that no one would be staring at me like you were, your eyes wide and bright with joy and adoration
i thought you would be in love with me
i thought wrong
