I remember the day I met you.
We met through a friend that both of us knew.
We both lived in the same place but not the same building.
You lived right next to the little park.
I would go there every day and not know of your existence until I met that friend, and he led me to you.
You were two years older than me.
I liked you.
Your looks took a part in that, but your personality took over so much more.
You had medium length hair, almost a black shade of brown.
Your eyes were the most precious green I had ever seen.
You had braces just like me.
Such a cutie.
You were so much taller than me.
I loved looking up at you, hoping I could reach you one day.
You had asked me if I wanted my first kiss and if I cared to even get a chance to have one.
I said no, not really.
Why?
Why did I say those words to you?
Back then, I wasn't a hopeless romantic like I am now.
But I knew you gave me more than butterflies in my stomach.
I just hadn't noticed.
It's now 3 years later, and I have never had a first kiss. Would you have been mine if I had answered differently?
I think of you all the time.
I'm sure you don't think of me and that is just fine.
I love having memories of you.
I just wished I could have had more time with you.
Thanks for being my maybe.
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