Was it real?

The day I met you, we talked for 8 hours straight. You watched as my friend and I immaturely pranced around my room. We laughed and talked all night into the wee hours of he morning. None of us cared about sleep. At first it was the three of us. Then it was us two. This was in December. We would talk daily. Your pearly white teeth. Curly brown hair. Your Carmel skin that looked so smooth to the touch. Your muscles perfectly toned. You looked just as happy as I to sit and log on. Hours upon hours of conversation about our futures and you listening to stories of my past. I remember the day I told you I had a crush on you I said: "(your name here)? I think I have a crush on you" and you laughed and said: " you know what mic? I think I have a crush on you too!" And that was the day my heart filled with happiness. But now that is just a faint memory of an afternoon in February. Why do I miss you so? Too bad you live so far away. As the tears well in my eyes I just have to remember the days when you'd comfort me and say " don't worry mic. I like you" and guess what? I'm still in like with you too.