There was a time when I was in love. I knew I was in love.
It was real, in a different kind of way. A way most people don’t understand.
I sometimes try to explain.
It never works.
But it was real.
You talked to me. I remember the first time we talked. I asked you a question, because you looked familiar. You turned red.
You looked at me. I remember the first time you looked at me. You looked at me from across the field. I looked back.
You thought of me. I remember the first time you thought of me. I still remember those words. I wrote them down.
You waited for me. You waited for me to fall in love with you. I remember when you fell in love with me. I fell too.
You walked with me. I lived for those walks. I remember the first time we walked. I told you I would be your walking buddy. You smiled.
You noticed me. And when you did, you made sure I was okay. I would tell you, and you listened.
You listened to me. You not only listened, but you always made it better. I remember the first time that you listened. I listened back. And you told me. You told me everything.
You danced with me. I remember the first time we danced. I had so much fun. We both smiled.
You loved me. Even when I cried. You held me when I cried. And you loved it. I remember the first time I cried. You told me I was beautiful when I cried.
You called me. I waited for those calls. I remember the first time you called me. I asked you why you called. You said you just wanted to talk. I smiled.
You wrote me. I looked forward to those notes. I remember the first note you gave me. It was small. I wrote back. I wrote a whole page.
You prayed with me. I remember the first time we prayed. It was amazing. We grew closer.
You laughed with me. I remember the first time we laughed. It was frolicsome.
You fought with me. I remember the last time we fought. It was scary. I cried.
But that time, I wasn’t beautiful when I cried. And you didn’t love me when I cried.
No longer did you fight with me. Laugh with me. Write me. Call me. Look at me. Dance with me. Walk with me. Talk to me.
But I still pray with you. I notice you. I think of you. I laugh with you, even if you don’t notice.
I sometimes dream of one day laughing with you, listening to you, talking to you again.
I still love you.
But I wonder. Do you still love me?