I STILL LOVE YOU

I've tried so many times to write about you. But it always ended with a lump in the throat.

I think it's time to put it out.

Do you remember me? Do you think about me? Even in your wildest dreams? I'm there?

Because you're in mine.

That last look of yours, you did not say goodbye. Even though you knew you would never see me again.

You never called or answered my messages.
You erased me from your memory. Of your life.

But it seems that fate did not want it that way.

Because now here I am, looking at you from across the Hall, recognizing these blue eyes, knowing exactly who you are.
But do you recognize me? Do you still remember me?

I don't need anything more than your look to know exactly who you are. The same look that caught me the first time I saw you.

My first love. Innocent, but sweeping.
The pain and anguish in the chest when I was away from you and the immense joy to see you. Her heart raced when you came close to me. Yes, you were my first love. You should have been my first man.

But it was not, I never even felt the touch of your lips.