Reality can be the scariest of things.

 You are not the man I fell in love with. You are not the man who put his jacket around my shoulders when I was sleeping off toxic drinks in the cold far before this ever began. You are not the man who called me when I was in New Zealand because you needed to hear my voice, because you sensed just how much i missed you. You are not the man who gave me a bottle of his cologne so that I would always have a sense of you even when I couldn't be with you. You are not the man who saved me from this world when it was just about to swallow me hole and you are not the man who used to send me poems at three o'clock in the morning. You are not the man who would kiss me senseless if I pouted my lips, nor are you the man who made me want to be better, go further and do more. You are not the man who made me believe in myself and my worth. You are not everything I once wanted, you are not the man I gave my heart to and you most certainly, are not the man that I am in love with. For now, until I can find you again... You will always be my closest stranger