You Never Asked, But…

I wore your jacket to bed for weeks straight after you lent it to me.

I stayed up late writing to you in my journal as if you’d ever read it.

On the days I showed up for school it was just to see you.

It’s been ten years and I still feel the tingling in my fingertips from when yours touched mine.

I held onto you for far longer than acceptable when you’d hug me, just to feel the beat of your heart against my chest.

I kept every note you ever wrote me in an old snowman Christmas box, scared to open it and create a larger hole in my chest.

When I visited you at your job that day I wished my boyfriend at the time would’ve stayed behind, maybe I would’ve told you how I felt.

The day you asked me if you should give her a chance and I told you yes, I cried myself to sleep that night full of shame in not opening up to you.

When you told me you proposed to her I selfishly hoped it’d fall through, and I could stop longing for you.

The day you got married I was already broken, but that day shattered me.

You Never Asked, But…

I thought I’d be happy when you and her broke up, but it hurt to see you so broken.

I no longer could keep my feelings to myself and even though it wasn’t the perfect time I’m glad you knew.

No one has ever lived up to what you have always made me feel.

You Never Asked, But…

The night you kissed me for the first time I finally understood why it never worked out with anyone else.