It changes everyday, doesn't it?

It can.

Or sometimes, it doesn't.

Sometimes, we can convince ourselves that what they see

is what we feel, but that's not always the case.

It's actually closer to never being the case.

Being so close to him, knowing that we're in the same

building, just different floors, different rooms,

but close enough,

makes me want to call him,

to just see his face,

even if it's only a glimpse of him

among the many unfamiliar faces.