When we first met, life was good

Sparks flew just as they should,

But what I completely misunderstood,

Was that your intentions were anything but good...

There goes on a story

Full of lies and betrayal

Of games and heartbreak

That left me utterly miserable

Its a story I should not like to repeat

For it is too full of hurt and deceit

And too long and sorrowful to complete

Bearing it upon yourself would be too hard a feat

That is why silence is so sweet

When I left that wretched place

That most of us call school

I was regarded as a strange case

By all the fools

That was when he reached out

To ask me how I was

As if he really cared

About the cause of the pause that I had dared to take.

I remained normal and friendly and sincere

And just like his old habit he disappeared into thin air

I didn’t make much of it and now here we are

Standing at crossroads pursuing our own paths

We never speak of the past

Because what is gone has already passed

There’s no use recalling any of it now

All we can do is allow

Ourselves to move on

We can’t have everything we want

And that’s the story of our precarious bond.

I guess you were right. You do give people falsified hope, now that I think about it. I’m so confused. What were you trying to do? You acted all flustered when I complimented you. Were you really?

And when I told you I liked you, you hid your face and smiled so beautifully it made my heart ache. Perhaps you smiled because you thought it was a joke. Or perhaps it was merely my eyes playing tricks on me.

Honestly, if you never told me you were flattered when I said you looked pretty, I would never have even hoped to be loved by you.

Perhaps I misread the signs. Perhaps I thought you liked me back just a little. Perhaps the fact that you actually contemplated dating me for a heartbeat instead of outright rejecting me also gave me a bit of hope.

Oh, you dreamt of me last night? It doesn’t mean anything, right? Holding my hand so tight and not letting go; falling asleep on my lap. It doesn’t mean anything, right? I wish it did.

I wish you liked me back.

But… you know what? Even if we don’t date, I think… I think I’m happy knowing that at some point in time, I was somewhere in your heart. Not as a friend, but as something… a little more.

~ Love, Avery