I wrote so much about you —
The way I saw you
Through my eyes,
How special you felt to me.
Maybe I believed
There was something there,
Some quiet chance
Waiting to become real.
And now I feel stupid.
All I ever wanted
Was a simple answer —
Yes or no.
I would have done the rest.
But I was never given
The chance
To be known.
You saw me
Through other people’s eyes,
Through words
That were never mine.
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 4:04 PM UTC
I wrote so much about you —
The way I saw you
Through my eyes,
How special you felt to me.
Maybe I believed
There was something there,
Some quiet chance
Waiting to become real.
And now I feel stupid.
All I ever wanted
Was a simple answer —
Yes or no.
I would have done the rest.
But I was never given
The chance
To be known.
You saw me
Through other people’s eyes,
Through words
That were never mine.
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