Because, Because I

My second-to-final piece for the person I fancy. I have decided it is time for me stop pining after someone I may never attain.
I will post the final piece when I am ready; for now, I am unsure when that will be.

I remember when I met you.
Well-
I must amend that.
I don’t think I ever actually met you.
We were never formally introduced
Back in the innocent days of our youth.

I should say, I remember when my eyes first found you. We were sitting in those sticky auditorium chairs,
lungs heavy with hot summer air,
and it wasn’t fair.
Because

You see, in my defense, I actually didn’t mean to give you my heart. I had no idea. In fact, the first thought that came to my mind when I saw you the very time was that yuck, your outfit did not go.

And the second time I saw you, I even remember the brick pavement you were standing on, I remember realizing your appearance reminded me of someone whose words had hurt me, a few years ago, so that didn’t really help out my opinion of you, either.

The third time I saw you, I remember I thought
Goodness, what an attention hog.
I guess I didn’t see you at all.
Because I

The fourth time I saw you, we were both fish out of water, caught in a setting where we were trying (and failing) to fit in. You nervously struck up a conversation with me. I nervously responded. We nervously kept trying to fit in, and I nervously realized my first impression of you was wrong.

After that, I don’t know…we just got along.
Our souls collided; we both were weak, we both were strong.
Unbeknownst to you, I chose “I Got You” as our song.

I realized I couldn’t stop grinning, whenever you were around -
Your voice became the most beautiful sound
Because I Love

I wrote a song on the piano for you; I play it, whenever I pray for you. And I pray for you, often. I pray that you will recognize God’s arms around you, whether or not I get to be in His marvelous plan for you. I pray that you recognize what a beautiful soul you are, the most beautiful of all those I know. I pray that your eyes are honest, that you can tell me the truth about yourself, even though I see in your eyes that you’ve endured things that have left you scarred.
I hope you remain forever as beautiful as you are,
Because I Love you.

The End

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