Your glimpses, the way you played with your pen.

I remembered when I first thought of you as a friend,

How I would deny my growing feelings towards you 

from my friends.

How we grew closer to each other, how open we were towards each other.

I remembered when I first liked you,

I had learnt to acknowledge my feelings for you,

Everything you did, your actions, were all so wonderful to me.

I remembered when I loved you,

My feelings for you intensified and 

I became increasingly blue,

I had known every single thing there was for a stranger to know about you.

I remembered my obsession with you,

Your scent, your presence,

You would appear in my every day and night.

I remembered when I was heartbroken,

When we had stopped talking,

You ignored me, you abandoned me,

and left me praying alone.

Yet, I remembered how you acted, pretended,

Pretended that nothing had existed between us, 

Not even my feelings,

Not love, not like, not friendship.

{d.r.}