Take a Bow

“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?” – Prof. Albus Dumbledore

"Why? Why won't he let me touch him?"
"Uhh..what dyu mean?"
"Everytime I get within human distance of him he acts like he's been burnt! I mean, what the hell man, it's like i'm Rouge from X freakin Men!"
"She's hot."
"Oooo I know with the sexy white stripe n all but shoo we're digressing..."
"Burnt?"
"Yeah! He ..I don't know..he jumps back, moves away..why can't we just..hug..and be friends? Or something."
"You want to hug and be friends?" *rolls eyes*
"Yeaaa..."
"And play football with him and get whacked on the back with a 'yo ssupp dude' and go drinking together and watch porn together and wear those dirtty jeans that hang below your..."
"Whoaa..I don't want to be a boy-esque friend."
"But that's what you will be na, now that he's done with you."
"Stop it."
"......" *stares blankly into space and hums 'Thick as Thieves' under breath*
"I leaned forward to hug him and..he pushed me away. Like he couldn't stand the sight of me. Like he didn't want to get his hands dirty. It hurt."
"You hurt him."
"Yea but not intentionally, that just...happened."
"So did this."
"I hate you. I hate him."
"No, you don't."
"I know."
"......"
"He acts like I don't exist. we pass each other every single day and I don't exist"
"Ouch."
"When that happens, I don't feel Real somehow. I'm so used to leaning into him, having him hold me, listening to him breathe.. It's not even like he ignores me. I'm just Not There. Maybe I never was. Maybe I just made it all up in my head."
"But you're here. And i'm talking to you."
"Sometimes, I feel like the rest of the worlds' imaginary friend. It's ironic how one person can change the way you see yourself."
"How does him opinion matter anyway?"
"I wish I knew. When I see him, I.."
"Yeeeeaaas?" *nods encouragingly*
"I feel invisible."
"Get used to it."
"I can't."
"What do you want?"
"I...I want him to acknowledge me."
"You want him to nod his head in your general direction?"
"No."
"A wave of the hand as manner of greeting?"
"No."
"A smile, a hug, a jog around the block, star spangled banners, sex on toast?"
"NO."
"Why not? Huh? Huh?"
"Because i'm not one of Them." *spits out word*
"Now you are."
"Don't."
"What did you expect?"
"Nothing."
"Good. 'Cause that's exactly what you got."

It's just words. It doesn't have to be someone I know you know. Stop. It's not him.