A Chance
Contributed by
ChichiriFreak
on
Wednesday, 25th November 2009 @ 10:10:06 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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He is a tall, lanky young man.
Long dark, wild like hair.
He wore tight skinny jeans, like no other can.
He always had this interesting...kind of stare.
A kind of stare that left me breathless,
left me with no words to speak.
And there I thought, it wasn't always like this.
Back when I never paid attention to a young fellow, named Wahid.
I knew of him, I've seen him around in the halls and the rooms.
He was in a class of mine few quarters back.
I perhaps talked to him once...or two.
He was usually calm, just so relaxed.
In the lounge I was hanging out with my friends.
He comes walking in and stands beside me,
Click here, snap there, I was taking pictures till no end,
I see him and click I took one, he was just so...interesting.
I recall one quarter during the Spring,
I would walk in at the start of class.
There he would be as his was just ending.
I think about how much we talked and how much he made me laugh.
But during that time, didn't think much about him though,
Even if he did make me smile,
I was much more interested in a other fellow,
Who I was with, only just for a little while.
When time with that one ended,
Ended at Summer's begin.
Here comes my tall, skinny jean wearing friend.
Sadness I had over an another, somehow disappeared when I talked to him.
He gave me words of flattery,
As he would talk to me, nearly all the time.
Sending me a picture of pups cuddling,
Saying one day...this will be you and I.
I was flattered and I was happy,
But here I kept my distance,
One relationship just ended,
I didn't want to rush into something new right that instance.
But I still answered when he called,
At the time I didn't realize,
Even though He kept coming around and I continued to Stall.
I was little by little..letting him more into my life.
I knew he liked me, it was just so obvious to see,
But I didn't know about myself, I wasn't so sure,
But every time He called and when he was around, I was simply, happy.
He grew on me, feelings inside began to stir.
I decided, why not? give the guy a chance.
So I did, I allowed him in,
I liked him more and more and nothing less,
I wanted to see...just what could begin.
It was amazing to start,
we talked more and more about how we feel.
The more I spent with him, he was edging more into my heart.
I still recall how we were, during that one Ruby Tuesday Meal.
Sharing my Sangria, while two of our friends sat beside us
But I forgot about them.
They were there for some extra laughs, that was a plus,
but I mostly stayed focused on the fellow across from me, on just only him.
He became a reason I liked those morning Sessions,
We both had class,8am, He was funny, he made me laugh.
I always loved those Dragon Ball Z Impressions.
And when class ended, I couldn't but help but to be a little Sad.
He told me once, I was a reason
That he actually enjoyed coming to that class,
When told me that, I just fell even more for him.
He continued to grow on me...as each day passed.
Eventually we started to..sort of date,
We held hands and we had shared a few kisses.
I still recall that one night...where I came home a few hours late.
It didn't matter at all as the night was something I surely missed.
We talked more about him and I,
he just wasn't sure if he was ready,
To be honest, neither was I..that I could not deny,
But even so we were on the path of becoming fully..steady.
Although he said it would continue,
He began to fall silent.
My happiness and spirit began to dampen and turn blue,
As those times we said we would share...were never spent.
I was confused with his sudden cold shoulder and actions.
I cried not knowing if I did something wrong.
What did I do that could have brought on this..sudden reaction?
Did I show my feelings bit too soon? or bit too strong?
I remained in silent agony.
I didn't want to add more to his stress,
yet I still waited for him...patiently.
All I wanted was to go back to way it was before and out of this mess.
I waited, but no avail he never spoke a word.
I pondered on why so and how come.
All I know was, that I was hurt.
He hurt me by no saying anything...and then some.
Eventually I finally spoke out,
I asked him, if he had the time to talk,
He told me, sure..what about?
I ask him, if he still cared, if I should wait or just walk.
He told me, he liked me a lot,
but felt being a friend was more comfortable.
I was in a bit of a shock,
When he said this so and yet it seemed like...he was able.
Able to give me a chance.
A Chance I gave him,
A Chance I took when I decided to stop keeping my distance,
A Chance that i wanted to see what could Begin.
Now I wanted him, to give me a one,
Give me a chance to show that I did feel something,
Something for him , that I did have a lot of fun.
I wanted to show him, this wasn't just a summer fling.
We are still friends.
I see him still from time to time.
I'm just glad our friendship didn't end.
Even though I still wish...he could have been mine.
I still hug him when I see him in the halls,
I hold onto him, tighly..not wanted to let go.
Hold on to him, just a little longer...do anything to stall,
Hold him and tell him...how much I missed him so.
He was everything I never thought I would like,
He was the things I wasn't looking for,
He was the person that I tried to distance from, with all my might.
Those things I thought I didn't want..just went right out the door,
With him it just didn't matter..I didn't care.
He made me feel special, he gave me those butterflies.
All with the sound of his voice...and that handsome stare,
oh I miss holding his hand, kissing his lips and looking in his eyes.
I miss everything about him and more,
I miss...that feeling he gave me,
A feeling I never felt before.
I just wish...he could see,
See how much I do care and how much I want to try,
Try to see where this could go,
But no matter how much I wish or how much I cry,
it just isn't going to happen..as far as I know.
He said..he wasn't ready, Just yet,
So perhaps...one day he might be.
So the days go by, no time..no date is set.
So maybe one day..maybe...just maybe. He might come back to me.
But if he doesn't...I just hope he is happy.
I never thought I would like this guy,
With his big nose, his ethnicity
his age and those tight skinny jeans.
Like him this much...it's something I just cannot deny.
Deny that I would fall this hard for a young fellow,named Wahid
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