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At 2 AM I replay everything
about the few months
we spent together.

The first time we met
on Valentine's Day
in that crowded movie theater.

How we didn't know each other
but we made out
through most of the film.

Then continued in your car
where I found out
you were a Christian.

A few days later when
you came to my parents' house
and we kissed some more.

And you came in a different sense
from just making out
and light petting.

Then I told you that I liked you
so we went on one date
that I thought went well.

But afterwards you called me
and said you didn't see a future;
I was absolutely devastated.

Yet we remained friends...
sometimes with benefits:
I loved our talks and makeout sessions.

All those nights at Sonic
enjoying ice cream,
but you were the biggest treat of all.

After a while, your rejection
proved to be too much and
I had to end whatever this was.

Until yesterday, five years later,
hearing your voice again-
all these emotions come rushing back.

But now i know for sure
that we weren't meant to be;
you were just a part of my journey here.