I didn't go looking for you,
Because I never wanted to find you.
Though we never met,
I felt as if I knew you.
I mean,
People always talked about you.
They talked about the butterflies
They felt when you were near,
They talked about the sparks,
That flew when you came by.
They talked about the happiness.
But still...
I never came looking for you.
"Why?"
Because others talked about you too.
They talked about the tears
They shed when you left unexpectedly,
They talked about the pain
they felt when you wouldn't hold them anymore.
They talked about the loneliness.
So no...
I never was looking for you,
Because,
I rather not know you,
Than to have you
and have to let you go.
Because of fear,
I never came looking for you.
But still somehow,
You found me.
