To the boy I loved that never loved me back,

I was so into you it could have passed as an obsession. I was so enthralled by you, how you persuade me when you whisper sweet nothings into my ear, your cheeky smile I thought was reserved for me alas it belonged to everybody.

You told me you wanted me, you made me do what you wish; I couldn’t even object because I wanted to please you. That’s how much of me I was willing to let you have.

I knew I would only see you once in a year, maybe twice, if the universe bared her teeth in a smile.

Oh, such sweet folly! To package my best dresses for our meet and greet even though I knew you wouldn’t be fazed (I mean, you had more experienced girls at your beck and call)

I lied just so we could meet! I lied to my parents!! I don’t lie (too much to keep up with what I said and what I should say) but I lied so I could see you yet you never considered it as my sacrifice.

I cared for you. With every fiber of my being, I wanted you.

Maybe I wasn’t too experienced for you or I wasn’t just enough. Either way, I’ve counted my loss and you are at the top of the list. I hope I get dealt more life’s whip so I would have more experiences that would top my list – at least, I won’t have to see your name again nor reminisce over what could have been.