You
It was always you.
Every touch, every whisper
Every hug, every look
The softness of your words
The gentleness of your hands
Even as friends,
It was always you.
Always watching,
Always waiting,
For the time I could be yours
But it didn’t come,
No, it dissolved,
Into the past, long forgotten.
But through it all
The mistakes, the regrets,
It was always you.
Time sped up,
Then slowed down
As the final year approached
And you decided,
Then and there
She will be mine,
I swear.
And finally,
After years of agonizing,
Pining,
Hoping,
Waiting,
I realized,
It was always you.
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