For one whole year, one whole year i got to know you. We meet randomly on a festival, you didn’t know me and i didn’t know you but i found some kind of interest in you. There we stood, had fun and enjoyed the festival to the end. After that we sat down and talked, talked for a whole hour, about anything and everything. Then you had to go, but left me your contact info.
Few days later we talked again, checked what was going on and decided to meet up one day. You were after all new to my city. It wasn’t a real date but it could have been one if it didn’t end like it did. We wandered around in the city, looking for new stuff and showed you everything i knew. Everything weren’t planned, we wandered as we both explored.
After that we talked and talked, just kept on talking to each other, didn’t see each other for a while.
Then your birthday came and you wanted to celebrate it in my city, with me and some of your friends. We had a fun day, even if it didn’t go as planned, and we promised that next time it will go the right way. But at this moment im not sure if that promise will be upheld at my end.
I did like you, like a lot. And yet i didn’t say it out loud. I did once by mistake and you noticed it. You told me in a fair way that it wasn’t the right time. And i accepted it. Held my emotions inside and waited for the right chance…but that chance never happened.
Right now i wish that the guy you are meeting fucks everything up so i can clean up the mess and catch you….but at the same time i wish that you will live happily, that your life will move forward.
I am in the soul and bone a nice guy, that gets joy from other peoples happiness.
And one day it will be my turn to experience that feeling.