(Fear of trusting people due to past experiences with relationships gone bad)
There he stands, the man of my dreams, in fika.
Suddenly, I’m overcome by cingulomania.
I step back.
And I breathe.
What’s this? A tear?
This right here, this moment right here,
nothing but a distant dream.
A far cousin,
falling off the branches of my messed up family tree.
Here before me stands the love of my life,
buried many times in my heart,
a funeral held in my head many times.
Never has the words of Beyoncé had so much meaning,
“Rest in peace my one true love…”
As I wipe away the words I’ll never say from my face,
I look at him standing there in fika.
And then, like clockwork,
this thought sprung into my head,
“…he will never know.”