“I’ve loved and I’ve lost. But I think this time is different. You and me, we have this connection. Every time I’m with you I feel this eternal heat in my heart. It started the first time I met you, and it hasn’t left since. I feel like the most loved person in the world when you’re around.

Sophia, you are the drugs I am addicted to. You are the song I play on repeat, over and over. Again and again. You are the world beneath my feet and the air in my lungs. You have filled every space in my heart. You’ve filled every space in my lungs. Every bone in my body, filled with you. All of me, the entirety of my body, filled by you. All those lonely days, filled with thoughts of you.

My darling, Sophia I have the total urge to kiss you every time I see you. I have dreams of when I do kiss you and my whole body lights up. It lights up with excitement, love, everything. You are my everything, Sophia.”

That’s what his note read. I can’t believe he wrote this. I don’t know how to feel.

I don’t like him back. What do I do? Oh god what if he thinks we are soulmates? I can’t do this. Maybe I should run away. Take a train, move 2 maybe 3 states away and never talk to him again. Throw out my phone and any other way of contact and delete my social media.

So that’s what I do. I move all the way from Arizona to New York. I took a plane instead of a train because it’s faster and easier. God damn maybe this was a mistake. I think I over did it, what can I do now though? I sold most of my belongings thinking I could figure out things when I get here. The apartments cost too much and I’m now homeless in a state where I know nobody.

I’m stranded. Stranded because I run from my problems. How pathetic. I can’t go back now, maybe I could beg for money? That would make me feel even more pathetic though. God why did I do this. That poor man, I’ve known him for 8 years and now he’ll never speak to me again after confessing his love.