• The first feeling of unrequited love tasted like tears
    Foolishly typing a comment “I Miss you.” on his profile
    Unable to delete it, it stays there and he reads it the next day..
    I get a response “I Miss you too. : /” He types back.
    That smiley gave off such a negative vibe to me,
    “Doesn't sound like you really mean it...” I type.
    He takes a while to respond; I was so stupid to type that...
    "he probably thinks now I'm annoying, a weirdo and so clingy."
    Thank you, goodbye, I sit fidgeting nervously in my chair.
    Days past and my heart sunk; He never responded to that last comment.
    That moment I knew I can never be with him;
    I'm so stupid to think that I'll ever be with him.
    Thank you, goodbye. Can I cry now?
    I still remember your voice so deep it makes me feel secure and warm;
    I lay down on my bed hugging my knees thinking as my hearts aches as these tears run down my cheek.
    In the main street that continues to the station, the two snuggle couple looked happy saying " Look at those cute Keychains!"
    I wanted to be like that with you.
    So I made a card for you but
    "How can I show this to you...?"
    a Coward. I was just afraid.
    Instead of our friendship getting ruined, I might as well keep things the way they are. Is that what you want?
    Thank you. Goodbye. I knew the day will come when I find out I love him but Thank you, goodbye? My body is shaking, right now its torturing me.
    I just want you to understand me, a wish that I wished so many times.
    Those eyes are looking down at me.
    Hey, is this what getting found out I love him is about?
    I have to say it, this I understand, I
    also understand that you're going to be saddened by this, Sorry,
    this might be the last time we'll talk to each other, but I don't know,
    I'm glad I met you,
    I love you,
    Thank you, Goodbye,
    A moment of silence,
    Just for now I'm going to smile like I've always had,
    I don't need anymore words
    I'll think of you everyday
    At this time, next year
    I wonder,"where will you and I be?"