The day we met was quite the oddest.
It was never love at first sight
but it was love that transpired because of the moments our eyes met
as if every gaze of yours was a droplet of rain to my parched soul.

The day you said you love me too was bizarre.
I never actually jumped for joy
but I made another response with a fiery and ardent kiss
as if every pursuit of your lips inflamed and melted my ice cold heart

The day you said goodbye was the hardest
It was an infinite stab to my chest
but I just let those wounds linger and made no resistance
as if every deep cut felt no despair nor misery at all

But the day I stopped loving you was today
It was supposed to be today, not tomorrow again but today
but then I still find myself longing for you, thinking of you
as if I am still trapped in the memories of you loving me too.