Lost another one

The story you are about to read is true.
The names have been changed to protect the innocent.

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First meetings and awkward greetings bring a hopeful question.
Through rekindled knowings and humorous writings, a friendship is formed.
Favorite bands and far-off lands bring smiles to the faces of both.
Plans are made, kind words exchanged; the world goes ever slower.
As conversations deepen, a silence thickens; is something wrong?
Later that day, a message displays:

Lucia went from being "single" to "in a relationship."

Dang it. -_-

She Runs

Gently she moves through the waters and the skies.
Neither in darkness or light, she slides in-between the waves and the winds, basking in the glow of the world ever-separate.
She dreams of other lands and adventures; I dream only of her.
Ever moving, she is an enigma of grace and frailty; of elegance and weakness.

I can't make her happy.

Am I a fool?

My Desire

That which I seek is not to be found, nor entranced, nor taken.
It is beyond my reach; it is my torment and eternal joy.
Though I may lay my life down, it matters not, for no deed of mine can win the unwinnable prize.
And so my dreams run on feet of grace, ever in darkness as to my longing.