I remember the look I received when we met. just a glance in between brews and talks with familiar crew. Then the conversations grew between you and i. The glance turned into a look with an upbeat reaction. Interest not yet turned into attraction. That chemical reaction came without my recollection.  I felt the infection, I had you in my sights as you held the same perception. encounters holding somewhat of a spark. your eyes and mine locking inn and leaving everyone else in the dark. Personal meetings came with passionate and lustful greetings. Fun with  looks of desire, hoping that theese  feelings would aspire. Then it hit you waking up next to me and a word froze that look in time. those eyes those lips that voice said you were mine. Stuck I was on that memory, until it turned into looks of anger, disappointment, and despair. You were no longer mine and I wasn't the Guy that was once deemed fair.