I don't know which tears me up more— the fact that I don't have a special place in his heart or the fact that I won't be able to express how much I love him.
I knew there was something between us when we were young. It felt completely magical and colorful each time I see him. The feelings were more complicated than my twelve years of existence during that time. I knew you want to know more about me, and you knew I wanted the same too. But we were too young to realize what the future can bring us. We were too young during that time to know what love is, and how it feels.
We never realize how time had brought us together and made us grow like vines— intertwining with each other as we reach more places. We bloomed and cherished every moment we spent together, not knowing that it grew too much and became a nuisance.
I had five songs in my playlist that I customized because of you.
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Events
PoetryA series of events that explores three stages of unrequited love. Written by my younger self. This has nothing to do with me now.
