I wish it were possible
The late night messages I used to receive from you. The restaurants we went to together. The time we spent chatting with one another. All of these are just memories now. You always stared at me, and when I asked why were you staring at me, it caught you off and you just finished with a smile and said nothing. My heart beat faster than usual whenever you smiled because it somehow made me feel nervous not knowing what you were thinking about me when we sat in front of each other. I always wondered if you felt the same way I felt about you. When you confessed, I was on cloud nine. You were a gentleman, and you constantly showed me what all boyfriends should be doing to their girlfriends. Everything turned into a dream. You already have your lover. All I could think of was how good it could be if our relationship were possible, and how would she felt if she knew how nice you had been doing to me. You made me fall madly in love with you, but at the same time hate you. I hate that you were lying and not telling me the truth. I hate that you were being so good to me. I hate that I think about you all the time even knowing that you already have your significant other. I hate that I still miss you.