I came here because I love a boy who will never love me.

 I.

Who would have thought we’d end up like this? It’s strange how small things tend to cause the biggest differences. How one falling stone can turn into one huge boulder blocking one’s path, making it impossible to cross from one side to another. I never thought this would happen, but today you’re there on the sunny side of life, and I can’t even say for sure if I cross your mind every once in a while. And I am here, in a place where I can still hear your promises echo through the walls. Suffocated with memories of us. Trapped. 

II.

“Whatever happens,” you said, “you’ll have this to remember me by.”

Slowly, I felt the pen’s round tip dance along the inside of my palm, each graceful curve and sharp turn blooming into something more –  little snippets of scenes that strongly define our story, like the way your eyes crinkled when I first saw you smile, or how you held my hand gently and spun me around. It’s ironic how it did not last a whole day, but I can still feel the word carved in the palm of my hand, and hear your voice reading it out loud: REMEMBER.

III.

I don’t know why I’m so hung up on you. I never liked you that much, to begin with. So what has losing you done to me? Why do I care so much now that I’m even putting myself through a lot of unnecessary pain just for the sake of getting you to look at me and see someone you can’t take your eyes off of? Do you even see me now? Sometimes, I can feel you staring, but I’m so scared of breaking the connection that I force myself not to turn around and smile. It really hurts, though.