I wish I have in me the courage to say I miss you. But instead I send you air kisses that I imagine will reach you after some lengthy space travel. But instead I sing you a line from a cheesy song we both like, wishing some radio station plays it and you hear it from where you work or eat or stand. But instead I get on my knees and pray that you are okay and healthy and still enthusiastic about everything in your life. But instead I hope and remain hopeful… Even if you don’t remember me today. Even if we might never get past being friends. Even if I am alone in these romantic sentiments. Even if tomorrow promises nothing else but the fact that you still exist.