we were so young, and so so so stupid.
we were so naive, so willing to throw away everything to be happy just to be with each other.
we were bright pink, we were stuck in the golden glow of a honeymoon phase that seemed to last forever.
do i regret it? no.
you were the first person i wanted to make happy, first person who's laughter filled me with warmth and made me feel like i was soaring through the sky!
but were so young and so so so stupid, and we broke.

next, you were so warm.
you were so warm and accepting in a world that i was convinced was out to get me.
you would hold my hand, comfort me through the harsh winter but i could never do the same.
i was so fragile, ready to break at any given moment, but you were so patient.
you were willing to wait for me, you were so kind that at some point i stopped. guilt overtook me and i wanted to get away from you.
it was so unfair to you, the way we went. we could've been high school sweethearts, best friends turned into lovers.
we didn't even last a month.

third, you.
i gradually fell for you. i didn't realize it until you said you liked her and i felt.. oddly jealous
you were a summer fling. you were someone i could tease and laugh with, you were someone that made me feel light again.
we had so much chemistry, so much potential!
you trusted me, but at the same time- you didn't. you wanted to have the upper hand, you wanted to be superior, in a way.
we never talked ever, and we didn't even text much.
im sorry i ended us the way i did. you didn't completely deserve it.
(part of me still wants to make you the villain, to paint you as the bad guy who manipulated me, who laughed in my face. part of me knows it was most likely just a misunderstanding.)
i hope you learned from us.

and... you.
from the moment i met you, i was ******.
cliche? oh, totally.
you were so kind to me from the moment our hands touched, i was so charmed by you.
by your intelligence, by your looks, by your humor. i was gone.
but you only had eyes for the graceful, petite dandelion girl with long brown hair.
you were so enchanted by her that i didn't dare try and make a move, i didn't bother saying a single word to you.
i saw you looking at me once. my heart nearly stopped when our eyes met.
we were a missed opportunity, almost there but not quite. god, if only i had said something.
now, i still pine for you as you hold hands with another glass statue girl- delicate, beautiful, admired by many.
i wonder if you'll ever look at me again.