We met today at the coffee shop.
We talked, we laughed, even if it was awkward.
You told me how you still have feelings for me,
the same way I do for you.
You told me of our bittersweet past;
with the sun setting behind me, the wind breezing pass us and the sound of the waves crashing,
it was magical.
You told me that I was beautiful,
despite me only wearing a sweater and sweatpants.
It killed me how you look at me
with those twinkling eyes and the smile I love so much,
like I was the world, like I was the one you hold dear.
But you're not mine.
Not anymore,
you have another in your arms.
It was wrong, but
I wish things were different.

{E.I}