They told me I wanted him.
I never said that.
I never said I wanted him, but they insisted I did.
I never said I wanted him, but they say they can see.
See what, I ask.
What am I showing you that even I cannot see?
He checked again the next day, another frown appearing on his lips.
He was supposed to meet someone.
That much is obvious.
Who could ever show up this incredible person?
Maybe such a faraway look at him gave me a different view.
I didn't know him.
Was he a monster?
I never said I wanted him, but there was no reason to wonder about him if he was.
But how? How could someone seem so gentle and soft and be the complete opposite? It's possible, but I can't fathom him the same.
I never said I wanted him, but in a way...I felt he was mine.
I felt that if it were me, I would never make him wait. I'd be a good girl. I'm always a good girl.
I never said I wanted him, but that was because there was never a moment I didn't have him.
Everyday I walked into that coffee shop.
Everyday I waited, expecting to see that blonde hair pass my booth.
Everyday he never failed to show up.
I felt he was mine in a sense that he was always a part of my time.
I never said I wanted him until the day I didn't have him.
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They Told Me...
PoetryAlicia is not a normal girl. Though she looks like one, though she believes deep in her heart she might just be as normal as anyone else, she is not. Alicia is not a normal girl, but she does like coffee, and that's something, isn't it?
