14

"These aren't for me," you said. "Yes, they are!", appalled I was as I continued to try to prove to you that my intentions were real and they were true. We then met by the river and you told me I looked smaller than you'd imagine me to be. Somehow, it was then, that I was smitten. You were just like what you seem but at the very same time not at all alike. "Not everyone understands this." Yes, not everyone understands me, or you, or us. Hoped that I could see you the day after or some time soon, "maybe." You said you'd visit.. soon. Back to my hotel room, lonely and cold. "Go swimming tomorrow," your text read. I stayed up thinking of things to say, a note to leave you, the very next day. "Going swimming today?" appeared on my screen. I said I didn't know how to swim, silly. Didn't I say that the other day? Of course, that was the last I heard from you, not even a goodbye. That was the end of your story but not how you wrote it. Two people just part their separate ways. I still await the day you'd write about how you left me hanging, telling me to go away. "Tell me when you're in town," months later you said. Months I spent thinking damn, I became the fool. The fool.. once again. I may have been your story but not again. I'm more than just an ending to your little game. Though I hope you've had your fun during your 30 seconds of fame. It's two days away, but happy birthday. I don't miss your interest in the things I have to say or the way you held your gaze. I don't miss our conversations, your stories or that you made mine yours. I don't miss you, especially not that day. Happy birthday, I don't miss you in any way.