this little fight

he doesn't work here anymore

i really liked this one; he was different from the last. we made conversation and he even tried to friend me on facebook. i bought things from where he worked just to see him again. pretended to forget something to hear his voice again. he smile with little teeth and the glasses he wore sometimes and his hair and his gages that i noticed he continued to grow and he got happy when i noticed.
i could joke around him; he knew so much about me and vice versa. he asked me my name so long ago and i still remember the bliss of his curiosity. my smiles and my ranting to my friend who was (is) a sweetheart.
this one knew how old i was. he was a couple years older, but it never mattered to me. after all, look at the last boy i fell for...
he knew the music i liked. he even recommended a book to me once and offered to bring it so i could read it and i cried about that because i was so happy that he put thought into things.
i cried once in front of him and he looked concerned and asked if he could hug me and i said no for some reason.
he cared, it seemed.
this was an all new concept to me; nobody cared about me like that. no one wanted to talk about literature or music or friends or friend me on facebook. we talked.
november 29th was a year anniversary of the first time he and i spoke.
but, he's not there anymore. not employed there anymore. and my heart broke a little when i found out. i had made friends with someone who seemed to care about things and it was gone now. someone who shared an experience with me and made me feel better who i would most likely never see again.
and it really hurts.
and i miss him.