Empty Seat

I dreamt about you that morning. I dreamt about you all that day. I even saw someone outside who looked like you and my heart stopped for a few seconds. As i reminded myself to breathe, I was confused by the combined relief and disappointment that was leaving me with every deep breath. How will I feel the next time I see you? Will I still feel the awe I always felt when you stood in front of me? Or the warmth I felt at that sparkle in your eyes? Or the security I felt when you smiled your warm smile? Or the combination of awe, warmth, security and overwhelming love I felt when you looked into my eyes, smiled at me, and maybe even said something as inconsequential as "Hi". I've waited for 3 years. I'm still waiting. You don't even have to notice me. You probably never did. I want you to be happy. Content, satisfied with what you're doing, wherever you are. I want to see your smile again. I want to see your eyes dance with that smile, the way they did when my own heart couldn't take anymore. You gave me hope. You gave me strength. My angel, you never even knew how much you did for me, just by letting me see you smile everyday. Your smile was the only reason I had to smile. You'll probably never know.
I waited. Kept looking over to see if you'd arrived yet. But you hadn't. You finally didn't. That evening, you were an empty seat. An empty seat next to a girl whose heart beat faster and faster everytime her eyes fell on it, waiting for you to fill it. Waiting for that moment when your silhouette came to the door, and you came over, closer and closer, and for a change I could see you with my eyes open instead of closed. My angel. You saved my life. I thank you. I love you. You're a dream... A memory...