your hands between my thighs. i'm a little shy, but you don't seem to mind. you think it's cute when i get shy. i grab your hands as a sign letting you know it's ok you stopped and looked at me. smiled and said i love you. you kiss me and said "it's going to be alright".
remember when we would just stare at the sunset for hours and you would always say something cheesy like "the view looks amazing". i would nod my head giving you a sign that i agreed with you. but then you explained yourself that you weren't talking about the sunset. i'd smile and the push you away. you then smile and told me you were serious, then pulled me and kissed me.
you were never good at stop signs. sometimes you wouldn't even care to stop, that is what you did when you walked out on me. i was never that person you loved or cared about, i was just another stop sign to you. you saw me but never cared to stop.
i knew you were that type of person to just walk away, when you felt like it. just like everyone else did, you thought it was going to hurt me. but the only thing you did was give me hope, of what could of been an us.