I saw him. And I told him everything. And I apologized for everything else. And he didn't care. He just walked away. And I never saw him. And then I was lost in a crowd with millions of different people. All of them with different stories they were trying to create. And I didn't see him. At first I was hurt. I didn't know why he wasn't there. But then I realized that he will never understand. He didn't know then, and he will never really know. He was just playing games. And I got confused by the rules so there was no chance in me winning. I couldn't go that far because I didn't know the direction I was meant to be going in. Now when I see him, I see nothing. No shaking, no rush. I see a blank canvas. But when I look closer the canvas isn't really blank. It's just painted with white paint. So I could try to paint again but it would never work. The white paint will never dry, so no color could ever go on the canvas without mixing in with the old paint. The game is already done. The box has been put away. The canvas has already been hung. The paint has been put back on the shelf and locked away. No more color can be added to the canvas. But it was all a dream.I never really told him anything. I just woke up confused and heartbroken. And even in the dream the boy I told wasn't really him. He did't look like the boy I see now. He looked like the boy I saw two years ago. The one I fell for. And I felt that rush again. But it was only a dream.