Every time I see you I cringe back into myself.
I can see eloquence and intelligence behind your once hidden eyes.
I cannot look into your face anymore without feeling angry and manipulated.
I saw you the first day of class and knew I liked you then.
Although I do admit the first time I saw you I knew something was going to happen between us.
You didn't seem like the rest of the people sitting on that side of the classroom.
You told me later you knew too.
I could swear you were not a tourist on the blogs, but you put up an exceptional front.
I liked you off and on for so long.
And then you read your poem in the journal jam one day, and I had to know who you were.
And I remember the day you told me you loved every single aspect of me.
I had called to talk about another boy.
I searched for days looking for that post, trying to remember who wrote it.
I hated that you made me fall for you by making me feel special.
And finally, after looking for so long, I found you. I was shoved off the cliff by your blog and didn't resent falling for you.
I remember that time we were in your truck in the canyon. You wouldn't even touch me.
You never did talk to me in that class.
And then you told me you loved me.
But you wouldn't do more than debate making a move.
But I didn't mind appreciating you from a distance.
And you moved away for the longest month of my life. But I had a lot of time to think.
Every time I read your blog I think about how who I thought you were and how you write yourself to be are opposites.
And now I avoid your eyes.
And it restores my faith in humanity.
You both have the same name, but you are the opposite of each other. And as hard as I try, I cannot keep away from one as much as I can look at the other.
