When you hugged me for the first time,
It only lasted a few seconds
And your arms held themselves around me somewhat awkwardly.
I stupidly called it a friend hug.
That's not what I meant at all,
But it meant the world to me.
The second time you hugged me,
It was so much better.
You pulled me in,
Your arms holding me tightly,
Like you never wanted to let go,
But you did.
The first time you kissed me,
It was all I could think about for the next few days.
Sure, it was the result of a drunken game of spin the bottle,
But it meant so much to me.
I'll never forget the softness of your lips,
And even if it was only a peck,
It was perfect to me.
It was my first kiss.
The first time I confessed,
I never said it explicitly.
I said I liked someone, and I'm pretty sure you knew it was you.
You told me you weren't ready.
I said I understood.
But what you don't know,
Is that I'm in love with you.
Despite the feeling being so foreign,
I'm so sure,
But as quickly as I came to terms with this,
I have to come to terms with the fact
That you might not love me back.
~ written a month later
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