I like to think I was your one
Maybe you’ll see that someday
I was the girl that was filled with love
So much of it
Just for you
But you didn’t see it
I still like to think I was your one
You just haven’t seen it
And I hope in a year or two or four
You’ll see it
I hope I’m the girl you come back for
I was the girl who you said was different
So I like to think I was your one
You just haven’t seen it
And I got your family gifts before even meeting them
And I fell in like with your laugh long before you told me you loved me
Do you still love me?
I hope so
I hope I still radiate on days it’s too dark to get out of bed
I hope halls stained with pink hair dye and words in books remind you of me
I hope love stories told are never greater than the one I wrote—
The one about us.
Do you still read it?
I do
I hope to get it published one day
So others can see what waking up feels like
So others can feel what I felt for you
So I like to think I was your one
If in five our stories sits in bookshelves I hope you’ll read the book
I hope you’ll remember
The stories of us as ghosts
And I hope it’ll make you see
That I think I was your one
You just haven’t seen it

(v.m)