Knew

You and I know how things happened.

How it all happened.

You knew I was staring at you.

You knew I liked talking to you.

You knew if I had a pencil.

And you needed it.

I’d give it to you.

Although at the end of the day I needed it.

You knew it hurt to hear you talk about someone else.

But you still did it.

You knew about my complexes.

My doubts.

My weaknesses.

You knew that if I didn’t see you.

My eyes would always look for you.

And until they did not met yours.

The worry wouldn’t leave me alone

You knew that just seeing you made me happy.

Seeing your curls rest on your shoulders.

Your smiling face

Which I didn’t see so frequently.

Because you insisted on hiding your braces.

To talk with you in the halls.

Hearing your voice say my name.

With that playful tone of yours that made me so happy.

You knew that when our eyes met.

My heart skipped a beat that made my breathing stop.

You knew that I recognized the sound of your voice anywhere.

You knew that whenever you called me I would look for you immediately.

You knew I would go to you because I wanted to see you.

You knew I texted you.

That I wrote about you.

And that I talked to you.

Because I wanted to know you better.

To understand you.

You knew I was worried.

Every time your eyes clouded.

For some murky thought that would cross your mind.

You knew that if you didn’t greet me.

I would feel empty.

You knew that if you didn’t talk to me.

I would miss you.

You knew if you walked away.

Something in me would break.

You knew that with just being you.

It was enough for me.

You knew it perfectly.

But nevertheless.

Although you knew.

That you knew what I felt.

You knew if you rejected me.

Something in me would die.

And yes…

That’s how it went…

In the end…

I don’t know if you really knew who I was …

Or who I am …

Maybe…

Who always knew …

It was me…

But in the end…

I knew I loved you …

And I know that…

Maybe

Just maybe

I still do…