Seattle’s summer skies began to turn a timid color gray,

The night that I met you on a chilly August Saturday.

I’m not sure why I decided to get to know you,

Maybe I wanted to take a chance?

You were not ideally what I was looking for —

A brief, sweet and impermissible romance.

 

You spoke words that were kind when sharing stories of your past.

You answered all “36 questions that lead to love” nonsense that I had asked.

I’m not sure why I decided to get to know you,

Maybe I wanted to take a chance?

I started to appreciate the idea of you each time that

You would give me a short, cautious and secretive glance.

 

One date, two dates, three dates passed.

I didn’t realized that maybe we were pacing ourselves too fast.

I tried to take a step back to think things through,

But unluckily for me, my feelings for you rapidly grew.

I knew that I was starting to lose since I’m aware of my mischievous curse

Of setting aside my own priorities because I tend to place others first.

 

I started to settle when you were giving me less.

I don’t think that I could blame you for becoming this emotional mess.

Initially I was planning to hold on, even if you were unseeingly unsure.

But I don’t have the powers to make you become ready and to make you feel secure.

 

Seattle’s skies are now a timid color gray,

I wished that you were strong enough to actually choose to stay.

 

Love, T.