I miss the way how my heart fluttered 120 beats per minute when I saw you
I miss how hard it was to talk to you
The way it felt to be near you
The way you smiled at me
The way you brush your hand up to my shoulder
I miss the way how I get so excited to see you the next day
The way it felt to see you walk inside
The way you carry yourself as you walk towards me
I miss the way I didn’t knew your sexual orientation and that you had a girlfriend
I miss the way my feelings were growing deeper for you and there was no penalties or regrets that came with it
I miss the way how you said hey to me, acknowledged me, and said good bye to me at the gym
But most of all I miss about how I liked you so much
And I hate that you’ll never like me back in the same way so I hate myself and want to forget ..
But I don’t
Not even a little a bit
Not even at all