C O N V E R G E

The nights never end the way I would like them to. I’ve replayed it in my head a hundred times it seems. Yet it still never even comes close to being real. The problem is that: she is real. This is all very real. I am completely unrealistic. This, by no means, is typical but it is real and follows a trajectory typical of someone with a mindset such as mine. But I keep returning to the same moments that never happened. Moments that I can’t seem to make happen. I’m in love with potential. Deluded by expectations. Sobered by reality. I swear I still see it at the end. I’m just not sure if I’ll make it that far.