Whenever I look into your deep brown eyes there would be this glint of familiarity that makes me feel at home.
I found comfort in your words and love in your actions, and I adored every single moment of it.
But the inside has never been shown, nor should it ever be brought out.
I can never tell you how I feel, and you can never know.
Because if you did, those eyes that always looked at me intently, those sweet words you say covered with honey, will all fade away.
Then the day came when you knew. I felt embarrassed, I wanted to run away, I was scared. Everything was crumbling down.
Then you smiled at me, you knew but you were still kind to me. And I was grateful for that.
But your eyes avoided mine, your word were short and precise, your actions were stiff, but you were still kind.
And I'm okay with that.
I'll be okay.
Then I heard you had someone you liked, I thought to myself I can never do that.
I can never make your heart beat for me, like it does for her. I can never make you smile so widely. I can never be anything special to you.
But it's okay because I know we weren't just meant to be and that there is someone out there looking at the same sky waiting for me.
Thank you because there did came a time when you were an inspiration but now you were just a part of my greatest imagination.