He’s that missing piece.

The only one who could

Make my suffering cease.

I’ve never met him,

I admit.

Which make this love seem so dim.

“Hazel eyes, black hair”

Only his emails

Showed me he was really there.

I may doubt he’s real

For proof were pixels.

But my heart was still his to steal.

All the while,

His possibly false words

Made me smile.

To still believe,

After he left,

May make me seem naive

Yet, one can’t decide

Who they love

And it’ll lead to this mind’s suicide.