I still remember the first time we met,

on that windy Friday evening,

when everybody looked me down,

and left me alone,

you did know well the rightest time to come.

Heretofore,

you are my favorite first impression,

appeared so bright,

and still the brightest.

I still remember how patient you were,

when my ego was peaking to the top,

by saying yes,

on everything I wished.

I even remember how sweet you were,
when we two sat together modestly
on a starry Saturday night,
enjoying our meals,
with our typical deep conversation
to find the right way
to get closer.

And on a sunny Sunday,
we walked together before the Lord.
I forgot what did I ask from Him,
I should be sad cause it wasn't you.

Those good old times

still neatly arranged

in my head

up to now,

how about you?

Unfortunately,

And by then I realize

that you weren't by my side

anymore.

So the saddest thing about this story is

not when the goodbyes were said,

cause we don't even have any goodbyes.

You didn't even know how bad I want you,

cause this annoying feeling is coming late,

or,

maybe they were actually there,

underneath my ignorance.