She loved me.
Texting each other the whole day. Confessing and showing the love we both desperately wanted to let out.
Beautiful young love.
The love in movies, the love in books, and the fantasy we wanted.
Love intertwined. Love soon breaking.
Hiding from me. Not sure what I did wrong.
The love we showed the promise of friendship after.
Now she hides and doesn’t speak.
I hate the arugements. I hate the confrontation with birthgivers.
I hate thinking I have to apologize. I hate I have to feel like I have to chase.
Wondering what I did wrong. Ask her that.
Maybe obssession. Maybe moving too fast. Maybe it was just us meeting face to face.
She doesn’t speak. She’s there. Beautiful like I remember her.
I don’t speak about her badly. Speaking badly about how she handled the candle.
I just wonder. I just admire. I just feel sad.
What happened? I ask. Ignorance.
Is what the answer is.
She hides from me. Maybe for the rest of the time.