She was never really mine

One

Your lips on mine.
Your gaze only ever meeting mine.
A dream.
A dream for me.
Why?
Because you were never really mine.
Not then.
Not now.
Not even when i pretend.
Not even in that moment.

Because it was in that exact moment that everything has become so clear but so different.
How when i turned to look at her,
her dark eyes glistened in a different manner and how our worlds began to crash together.
She was the bitter taste I was unaware that I was craving.
The type of exciting sour, I didn't know I needed,
Her, being an exhilarating storm that should not be, so near as allowed, to rage in harmony with my calm.

She opposed me in all ways but still,
I love her of course.
That time when i looked at her,
I knew that with all that I had been through,
there was a chance that she could possibly look at me the same way as i would stare after her.
Hoping and yearning: for an eternity never to come.
In this one singular moment,
I had captured her full attention and she sought me out over the many competitors begging for a chance.
I never won, not once.
I was always second best to someone else;
better and new.
But still I would pretend that my heart could beat in time with her hitched breaths.

When our eyes met, nervousness radiated from her glowing skin.
It was as if she was ready for an adventure almost. But one I knew she had to take alone.
And almost instantly the single moment where i had caught her eye extraordinarily was over.
An unsettling silence left to linger and my feelings no longer reciprocated, once more.