The idea of being with you,
The thoughts of loving you,
The feeling of holding your hand,
The way you express yourself...
I was attracted to all of it. I started wondering what type of person you were, and I wanted to know more.

I denied the fact that everything was just temporary. You only wanted fun, but I wanted more. I wanted us to be something more. You never felt the same. You told me, I need to look for someone else as you could never give me what I wanted.

I felt that I wasn't given the chance that I was asking for. I begged for it, I chased you, but you never really wanted me. You only saw me when the others were not available. You never really cared, I thought you did.

I became vulnerable, and let you in. I thought that if I gave more, I would have done something to make you change your mind. But in the end, you were never mine.

You barely looked at me, the real me. The way I felt, the way I wanted you to see how much I cared. Even if my feelings have reached you, YOU blocked it. YOU ignored it. YOU pretended it wasn't there.

It made me feel that if I was just like the others, you would change your mind, and just decide to be with me. But no.

And now, every time I remember how we met, and where we went, how we connected, everything hurts. I forgot myself, because the love that I wish was right, it should have been the right love that I should be pouring to myself. The love that I wished was right, will never be right.