There’s no reason

to feel nervous or uncomfortable around strangers,

to occupy my consciousness with things I cannot change, 

to relentlessly conjure up absurd scenarios and conversations that will never happen, 

to fall in love with someone I know nothing about, 

to even begin to conceive that they might just be the one I’ve been searching for after all these years,

There’s no reason. 

There’s no reason.

There’s no reason. 

As if reason will change how I feel.