So he's standing over there, and you're here thinking wow… You wonder how you would ever get close to that. But you also think 'Would I still want him if he were just another guy…' and that makes you feel shit…
You swear to yourself that you'd still want him if he were normal, just another face in a crowded room, and then you feel like a dick for thinking that he's not normal… And then you hate yourself because how would you know?
You'll never know him, you'll never touch him or hold him or talk to him… You'll never know how he smells; you'll never have a change. You're a sad little face behind a computer screen waiting for something real to happen, but you doubt anything real will happen to you, so you just sit there.
And eventually instead of waiting for something or someone real, you wait to grow old, wait to be that age. Be that age when you're on top of the world, with your friends having a great time. But it takes so long, and in the meantime you don't know what you're missing.
You can always be on top of the world, whether you're 13 or 16 or 18… or 75… You don't have to wait for anyone or anything. You watch these people on a screen and think wow, when will I have that, when will I know that person…
The truth is you will never know HIM or HER, but there are so many people, so many great people that you can know, that you can meet and that you can have a great life with…
You think about all this in a matter of minutes, the room has cleared and you're still standing there with your thoughts and he's still standing there with his… You don't want to move, you've made him your everything and now being so close to him you feel stupid.
And you stand there awkwardly, with no idea what you're waiting for.