I thought of you last night, those memories so sweet of our past so passionate.
The kisses I would hold back just to get you closer to me, it was the game I played that made me smile inside every time.
I thought of the beginning...
        the jazzy music,
        there was that cold night air, by the car last year...
There was that thump-thump-thumping in my chest when I envisioned us together; the intensity of the game I played.
We would walk around the city, you knew me, and I knew you.
The problem was just that you apparently knew us...and I did not.
We met each others parents and all was sublime, but just like me, I felt that...tension.
I never let you know, I was always the perfect guy--or at least I thought so.
Finally, it came to a sunny day, and as you squeezed my hand and stared up into my eyes...you told me...I didn't have to say anything back...??
You said, "I love you."
At that point I truly was not sure WHAT to say back, what to say back that would be honest.
I held you and kissed your hair--and grimaced on the inside with fear--I didn't say anything back. Only thump-thump-thump...
A couple weeks later that uncertainty's pressure had built, and to say goodbye to you was all I could do.
I appeared in your doorway without a warning, and the words like acid stumbled from my lips and corroded your fragile figure.
There was no talk after that, your bright and flower-like persona froze whenever I came around.
Smiles found their ways to frowns.
I had to leave the town.
Last night I had a memory of you, and today a friend called to say they saw you...
I heard you asked about me.
Now I wonder if last night and today have found coincidence among each other...
or am I just the hopeful fool?