I remember this little thing called love.
You know? Where you fall head over heals for this "certain someone".
I remember how dumbstruck I was over you.
I remember that one night,
That night when I met you.
It was during the Summer of '09,
When our eyes first met.
How we were both shy,
Okay, I remember that it was just me, not you.
How gorgeous you were, and still are.
Your black, silky hair.
Your red, luscious lips.
Your deep, brown eyes.
I remember how you caught me off guard,
How I just stood there speechless, not knowing what to say.
I remember how we became good friends,
How we started hanging out,
Getting to know each other better.
I remember our first date,
How we cuddled watching "Nacho Libre".
We both knew that it was a stupid movie,
But it was the only movie we had at the time.
You didn't care though,
You just giggled.
I still remember that,
Wondering how we even managed to cuddle.
How I felt the warmth of your body, brush the cold off of mine.
I remember the night we almost kissed,
How you teased me,
And ended up hugging.
I remember how sarcastic you were,
With that glimmer in your eyes.
How you always made me laugh,
Even on those "days".
I remember how everything was great,
Thinking it would stay like this forever.
Then, Summer came to an end.
We both went back to school.
I wondered what had happened.
I wondered if you & me were still "we".
I remember getting invited to your friends Birthday party.
How I was so happy to see you again.
I remember wearing your favorite color, purple, just for you.
I remember the look of your face when we saw each other,
How glad we both were.
We started dancing, and time seemed to stand still.
Then, I saw how the look on your face changed.
It was brighter, giddy with more joy.
But, it wasn't towards me,
It was towards "him".
I remember how you started dancing with him,
Leaving me, standing there in bewilderment.
I remember how you came back to me,
We started to dance again.
I thought he was just a friend of your's.
I remember seeing that look in your eyes,
There was no glimmer.
There was uncertainty.
I remember how the party ended.
You ended up walking off with him.
I remember that one night,
That night you broke my heart.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
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you know its love if Nacho Libre is involved...
ReplyDeleteHa, ha.
ReplyDeleteooh very interesting, i like the structure of your sentances. i very enjoyed it!
ReplyDeleteWow, that's some deep crap! I'm not usually a fan of the love stories, but I was feeling this one. I like how the mood changed from awesome to sucky. Well, I don't like it, but you know what I mean. It was great. Keep it up, Asian!
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't have liked it but you mentioned nacho Libre which makes anything good. Kind of soap opera like.
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