He lives in the Big Apple.

I met a boy. He is a great boy. And I'm sure there was something, but I don't think it could ever work out. He stares at me, he locks eyes with me, he said I was pretty, and he didn't object to be crushing on me, he said he thinks about me, he remembers the outfits I've worn, he's good to his mom, he's good to his little sister. He's got everything I'm looking for. And a swimmer's body. We have everything in common, and he's cute as a button. But he lives in the Big Apple.

We live miles and miles away from each other. What are the chances that we both meet in a city that is halfway around the world?

I promised myself I wouldn't get attached. What am I thinking? This will never work out. Goodbye.