love isn’t made to make sense. love doesn’t come on time when you think it will. do you have to stop expecting it? do you have to start nurturing it? he liked me, I felt nothing. and I pine for him but it’s not to be. nothing makes sense. like how it wouldn’t make sense to get into a relationship right now, but at night I think of anybody I can latch on. thinking of a thumb brushing my skin, back and forth. the way their eye crinkles when they smile. running my fingers through their hair. lips. mine. yours. anybody’s. nobody.