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eight years

do you remember year number one
when i got burnt by the sun?
and i was still new to the country
and my language was rusty?

and you politely said hi
and i felt really shy?
but we made it out fine,
our paths intertwined.

then came year number two,
and i somehow fell into you,
tried to confess my emotions,
stirred up a load of commotions.

so you pushed me away
left me with nothing to say.

felt awkwardness fill us,
and the loneliness kill us.

thus came year number three,
when things quietly lightened in glee
until the news shocked me bad
felt my insides grow sad.

was told you were gone
felt hopeless and wrong.
but prayed you grew happy
though i'd miss you so badly.

year four granted us mercy
cleared up our murky
relationship past,
felt my vision grow vast.

laughed like good friends,
swore we'd last 'til the end,
found the internet comfy
for moments so fluffy.

then year five fell into place,
felt my heartbeat go race,
found love in another,
a significant other.

then you came along,
claimed this was all wrong,
said you grew feelings for me,
but mine? they'd grown empty.

year six was mere hide and seek,
from the shadows, you'd peek,
too shy to make contact
and my schedule too packed.

yet when i finally smiled,
all you did was just hide,
made me question my choice
'cause i missed deeply your voice.

year seven was heartbreak,
as my emotions lay ached,
as love found a new man,
left me unable to stand.

then you showed me the light,
taught me how i should fight,
became a survivor,
learnt to forget her.

then came year number eight,
a magic trick played by fate,
as once again, blushes,
developed from crushes.

and we were chatting one day,
both wanted to stay,
smiled and grinned for we knew,
the other felt the same way too.