It was raining when I first saw you.
Rushing home, I lost sight of you.
You were dressed in noir; it looked very nice on you.
In the same place once again, I wrote my name before yours, and you wrote yours after mine.
I wonder if you\'ve noticed— the little smile :) I draw whenever our clock cares to align.
A quiet source of delight.💛
I don\'t know if you saw me dance that day, embarrassed at that party, but everything changed when you offered me a helping hand.
I looked at you, and suddenly my heart had forgotten how to stay quiet.
I tried.
Third time\'s a charm?
I lost the first person and said goodbye to the second.
Perhaps I\'m only lost, uncertain of what this is.
What you didn\'t know was this: I saw you long before you saw me.
Now I look away, leave the room, and pretend otherwise,
but you are a welcome sight on any day.
I don\'t know how to feel this again.
Bewildered by the way things align, in music, in films, in characters.
Good heavens!
Do you notice them too?
Am I imagining this too much?
Will anything change?
Is it one-sided?
Or is third time simply another failure?
Questions linger, and I overthink them all.
But time will tell whether these feelings will quietly fade,
or stay.