Still Falling

One

The greatest mystery in life I've yet to solve, is the mystery of how I always manage to fall in love with all the people who never reciprocate how I feel. 

I hardly remembered when you came into my life. But I remember when your existence became significant in mine. I don't recall the last time we talked, yet the memory of your smile sprung onto me like it was five minutes ago, not months since you even replied to my messages. The last time tears were shed in your favour. The time I'd stay at home just waiting for you to call.

Pining, they say.

Maybe I was.

Maybe I was just hungry for attention. Your attention. It didn't even matter if you barely glanced in my direction. It didn't matter that we'd never met before in person. At that moment, I knew it was you that I've been waiting for all my life. But you weren't waiting for me.

You didn't want me.

I still care, though. I still think about you from time to time. I still wish you would talk to me.

I guess its better that you left. At least I'll have the chance to move on. But I don't want to. 

I want to move in with you.

I want you.