The second meeting was just as magical, if not more.

What do you know? We went to another amusement park. Thinking about it now, I dont think I'd be able to there without thinking of you.

This second meeting, you were bolder, a lot more direct with your actions. You pulled me close, leaned your face forward, and we talked the whole time as though we were whispering secrets.

You even managed to steal a kiss from me!

I remember that every time you pecked my cheek, you would say, "I win!" You would claim it as your prize. I would let you pretending that I was midly put out, even though I never felt like I lost.

You were everything I ever looked for. Though after a while, maybe I wasnt for you.

We separated that day, wanting to be with each other more than ever.

I wonder where that feeling had gone?

This was the first time you farted in front of me. I found that cute did you know? I could tell you were starting to me more comfortable and I was happy. I couldn't be so comfortable yet but that was okay, I was happy constantly showing my best self to you.

I dont remember what we were supposed to do that day, it was a lazy day and we had nothing planned, but it was the first time we would spend a whole day together. Oh right, you cooked for me too. Pasta. It tasted horrible but I told you how good it was and you looked so proud of it that I couldnt say anything else.

And at night, I craved to feel secure and safe in your arms. While sleeping, I loved how big your chest felt against my back. I fit perfectly in your embrace. Everything was perfect. But now, on the small little bed, our backs our turned to each other, only the tips touching and the bed has never felt so cold.

When I reach out for your arms, you pull them back saying, 'it's too hot' or tell me that you didn't like to cuddle. So I retreated further and crouched to hold my knees so I could hug myself warm. I just hoped to make you happy, because that would make me happy.

But that was not enough it turned out. Little by little you started to change, your affections diminished and I was slowly fading away like some kind of unwatered, parched plant.

Now, every call for attention from me made you scrunch up your nose, or pull away in aversion, or what I feared most, thought of as a burden.