When you invited me to go out on a date, I said yes.
I remember how cold the coffee has gotten before I arrived.
And when you smiled,
it changed everything.
Because from there and then on, I felt butterflies.
I fell for the sweet words and kind gestures,
I can even say that I felt love in that instant.
We were high, nothing else existed but us.
It's as if we were drowning with the strong feeling,
and not fighting back.
Yes, it was perfect. It was very beautiful
but only for a moment.
It seemed to us that it was going to last forever.
Or at least for me, it did.
Because, like, every dream, it had to end.
I found out in a not-so-pleasant way how you bluffed.
How you played
and how you faked.
It's as if I was stabbed.
And I had no choice but to walk away.
I never looked back.
It was it. The end of us.
I thought what I did was the right thing
Walking away and not looking back
but thoughts of you haunt me every night
and follows me through the day, every damn day.
The attempt to have a relationship failed.
One after the other.
It kind of occurred to me that I was finding "you" in them.
There was never you in them.
They will never be you.
You were a rare find.
An angel to my eyes.
Three years gone.
Looking up the sky, I told myself
that I would be okay.
Just like this.
Loving you deeply still. Even if no one else knows.
Even if you do not know.
Because for me, what matters is yesterday.
With you in it.
With your smile on it.