There were a bunch before you and after you yet why do I find myself wide awake at 4 AM thinking of you? Of all the things I've fallen for in you but refused to blurt? Of all the words you told me, I believed were lies you told every girl you met? Of the sound of your cries I heard long after we declared our hate for each other when I couldn't leave your front steps? Of the way you held my hand so tightly when it was time for me to go? Of how we both felt everything so strongly but hid it all so well? Of how now and then I wonder if I ever still cross your mind? Of how I'm starting to wonder how different things would've been if we just accepted the feelings we felt? Of how you're probably the only one for me like how one of your lies said?
-S.B
Still waiting for your next one.
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