It all started when I saw the way you looked at me. Every time I passed by and waved. You looked at me with this kind of love I had never seen before. A love only you could show me. And then came the talking. We could sit and talk for hours about anything. I saw the passion in your eyes when we talked. It didn't matter what it was about, you were just so happy that it was I you were talking to. Then you hugged me. That was the safest hug I had ever felt. The feeling of warmth and love all in one. That's the moment I knew you truly loved me. By just a simple hug. We continued to talk and then we started to hangout. I would meet your friends, we'd go out to eat, I would hangout at your place. It was great! I saw how much you cared for me, how much you loved having me around. I saw the way you'd do anything for me if I just asked.
I was so grateful for everything you had given me...but I was sad. I was sad that I didn't have the same look in my eye when I saw you. I was sad that I couldn't be as excited to talk to you as you were to me. I was sad that I couldn't return that same type of hug to you one day as you did to me in just our first. I was sad that I didn't have you meet my friends or hangout at my place. I was sad, because I knew how I felt about you....that I couldn't love you the way you loved me.
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Them.
PoetryNot completely a story, just poems I've written about two people who will find each other in the end of their lives. (Not in any order)
