We didn't get along the first time we met , I was intimidated that there was an electric shock with in us.
I don't remember how but we got close to each other that we slept together that night .
We exchanged numbers and we had late night calls, non - sense / stupid conversation that our mums wouldn't like.
Things got serious between us , see we ain't a thing but we held each others hand like you were mine and I was yours.
Your hugs would stop the world around us and it would feel like its just the two of us .
Months passed
I confessed to you what I felt and you accepted it, but you didn't tell me that you liked me back.
I was hurt.
Years and Months passed
I still remember our conversations and the late night calls . I can't help myself smiling like an idiot just when I try to reminisce all those happy memories we made.
My heart aches because I am yours and you are not mine.