
When I look at you I find those secluded hours in the tiny corners, where we'd hide, trying to stay away from prying eyes. Where you'd whisper that you love me, and give me little reasons to smile. When you stare I remember that first day, where my immature mind told me that this was real. I remember the way you were shy, and quiet. The way you would turn your walk into a swagger. I remember when you told me you loved me, how we were floating in immeasurable bliss.
When I look at you I remember that day that I sat there crying and you walked past, it wasn't your fault, but you could have said hello. When I look at you I remember how you made it clear that you were ignoring me. When I look at you I start to hate you. I start to hate myself for wanting you to talk to me again. All I wanted was a "hello". It would have meant the world.
So when you look at me and I refuse to look your way think about that. It was over more than 4 years ago. Why can't we move on?


