I Never Dreamed Someone Like You Could Want Someone Like Me

You.

Me.

You saw me.

I noticed you.

You were with someone else.

I was not committed.

You said ‘Hi’.

I said ‘Hello’.

My first impression of you was ‘suplado’.

I hated you so much.

You said I’m ‘suplada’ and too full of myself.

Hello? Look who’s talking.

But as they said, there’s a very fine line between hate and love.

We both crossed the border.

You pursued.

I let you follow.

All of a sudden, we became close.

We were happy.

You met my friend, I’m met yours.

Even your family.

We were never physical but we were intimate.

Our friendship blossomed.

After it bloomed, it wilted.

Very fast.

When you left, I cried.

But you promised to return.

When you were away I met other people.

They were never like you.

I heard stories about you but I was hopeful you’ll come back to me.

A few months ago, you kept your promise.

I cried again but with tears of joy.

I was happy again.

I noticed you’ve changed but hoping it’s for the better.

Things would hopefully come back to normal.

But it didn’t. I was wrong.

You left again.

This time, I don’t know if I will still find you or you’ll come back again.

You did not promise anything.

But you know what, that’s okay.

I’ll still wait for you.

That’s what airports are for.







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