Sometimes the timing is just off. It sucks when this happens, because you never know if the timing will ever be right. Or if it’s even timing. Maybe it’s just you, maybe it’s just them. Maybe what you thought was there wasn’t actually there, it was just a part of your imagination. Either way, you’re left with the “what if” of it all, the questioning of yourself and the situation, and wondering if they’re going through the same thing that you are, late at night tucked in their beds, or in the morning as they’re sipping their coffee, or as they listen listlessly to music that makes them think of you.
Life is complicated.