Do I still think of you?
Is that even a question?
As much as I don't want to,
Of course I still do.
Seconds are days,
Memories are movie scenes;
Replaying over and over in my head,
No matter what I say or do.
I will never forget that night,
Trust me, I actively try to;
When our eyes met, and our paths crossed,
From across the room.
I had never had that,
That weak in the knees moment;
Speechless, once in a lifetime moment,
Between a boy and me.
And then it happened,
Just like that, in a blink of a moment;
As if only a dream,
A pipe dream at that.
My eyes met yours,
Or maybe yours met mine,
I am still not sure who looked at who,
Do you wonder that? Because I still do.
Those crystal blue eyes,
With a tent of ivory green;
Like a mix of oceans and spring,
My two favorite things.
If only I knew right there and then,
What meeting you would do;
Perhaps I would have kept looking,
And not kept my gaze on you.
I could have suppressed those butterflies,
Refused to let my knees fall weak,
If I only I had known what I know now,
I would have not looked across the room.
How were I to know what you'd become?
My calm and my craze,
My stimulation, my validation;
The solid foundation I was looking for.
I hate you for coming up to me,
I wish you had stayed across the room;
Wasn't that look good enough?
I wish you hadn't chosen to meet me.
Because maybe if we stayed afar,
Our eyes only meeting from across the room;
We would be okay right now,
We would not feel this way.
I thought that weak-at-the-knees moment,
That butterfly-in-my-stomach effect;
That love-at-first-sight feeling,
Was supposed to grow to a forever.
Now it is hard to keep from crying,
When I think about that night;
When my whole world turned inside out,
Or upside down;
Whatever we want to call it,
Meeting you just felt right.
I just don't understand it,
No matter how hard I try;
How possibly could one single look,
From across the room,
Lead to something so quickly,
Such as hello, then goodbye.
I don't want even want to write this,
The memories surfacing back up;
But somehow writing this out,
Just might be the closer I need.
And so one last question to you:
If you went back to that night,
When you looked at me from across the room;
Would you want to do it all over again?
Because I still do.
About the Creator
Caroline
My name is Caroline and I am an avid reader, writer and dreamer. I write for fun and to express all the crazy thoughts in my head. I love sharing my stories and experiences with others!
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