The Map of the Unrequited

I trace the lines that took me away from you.

Photo by Arie Wubben on Unsplash

You’ll never read this.

I could give you a name — call you out, maybe — but what would be the point? You and I have existed in different spheres for so long that I don’t think our circles will ever overlap again.

But still I worry: what if I run into you one day? It would be easy. We still…