I think majority of our lives we spend questioning and over analyzing every detail. I tend to do this with the relationships I share with people. As I marvel at his unique beauty, he seems more confused than the average person. Each day I question what it is that’s caught my attention and draws me towards him. He always seems so uninterested in me. I’d like to say I’m the only person to notice, but that would be a lie. Then again it may just be my misunderstood thoughts fed by love. Whatever the matter, I don’t blame him. We are all just postponing the inevitability of being hurt.
The only wish I had was for you to be happy. I knew I couldn’t fill that special space, no matter how much you tried to convince me. I was freezing, more than anything I just wanted to feel your warm body next to me. That was me just being selfish, again. I loved admiring you from a distance. You were most beautiful when you didn’t notice me staring. You were just you. What would make you happiest was the only thing I couldn’t give you. I began to cry. I was upset. You instinctively stopped and ran over to comfort me. I was too cold to even feel your arms wrapped around me, but even then, I was happy to have you next to me. I couldn’t even get myself to tell you why I was so upset, it sounded ridiculous. When I finally managed to catch my breath and shared with you how I was feeling, you just laughed and kissed me. You whispered in my ear “Its ok. I wouldn’t have met you if all of that would have happened…”