Have you ever tried really hard to be okay but it doesn't work?

I have, you see once Phil was gone from my life I wasn't okay.

It took me too long to feel alright and to be completely honest I'm not sure if I am okay yet.

I sighed, pushing my hand through my hair, trying to get the thoughts out of my head.

I decided to get up off the bench I had sat myself on and started to walk in the vague direction of my home.

As I was thinking about my problems I bumped into someone. They had fallen down at the impact but I didn't.

When I regained my balance I helped them up.

Looking at this person's face I immediately recognized them.

Once Phil finally looked up he realized it was me. "Thank y- Danny, hi!" He churped looking at me with a smile on his face.

"Hey Phil." I replied, "I see you're already falling for me."

He blushed, "oh shush. You should come over, we can talk about everything a little more."

I smiled, "I would but I have tons of work to catch up on."

Phil rolled his eyes, "we both know that's a lie. What are you so afraid of?"

"You." I whispered.

"What?"

I laughed, "nothing."

Phil grabbed my arm, "Dan, you're lying." Phil whined. "So your plan is to not let me go home?" I asked in a sassy way.

"Okay, don't come with me then, sassy pants." He smirked.

"Bye Phil."

"Bye sass lord."