The night we met at the party.
You were staring at me.
You didn't smile.
Didn't wave.
But you still came over by me.
You looked into my eyes and kissed me.
Just like in those books I used to read.
Except you were real.
You held me tight as if I'd leave you.
But I wouldn't have been able to, even if I tried.
You were too beautiful.
Blue eyed.
Jet black diamond hair.
And stunningly soft lips.
I loved you since that day.
But I wasn't able to tell you.
Love if for the suicidal and weak.
Buy you felt it, I was sure of it.
Because then you whispered something into my ear.
"I love you too."
