A letter to my First kiss btw I’m your borderline stalker

Dear Innocent First

"Thinking about you" was our song in my head.

To me it matched so perfectly to our situation.

You. Could. Have. had my number and simply stored it under
Your maybes or some days…
We could have met again at some party Few words would have been exchanged but we could have explored each other.

Now I miss you, now I crave you. we didn’t even know each other
But I built myself a dream of what I needed of you and you fit.
You fit so perfectly into my fairy tale, my prince.

I can’t count how many times I took you apart in my head and put you back together, I toyed with
Who you were. You were my doll that I felt to manipulate.

I created a vision of you even though you didn’t for me.
I enjoyed your company despite the fact you didn’t enjoy mine.
I wish I told you how much I loved your smile your eyes your height… your deep voice that flowed so perfectly when you said my name.

My body knew you were temporary so my lips never uttered a word of kindness towards you, just like you didn’t to me.
I loved all the physical aspects of you but definitely not you.

I just needed the original for a bit longer to complete the copy.
I spent months obsessing over you and soaking
Up your words. I was convinced they were prophetic.
Every lyrics,
Every opinion,
Every habit,
Every hypocrite thought,
Every sexiest remark.

I built you to be perfect,
A perfectly gentle thug
A well-spoken brute
An inaccurate speaker of truth
An idiot genius.
At the back, front and centre of my mind I knew we were going to drift
You caught my eye only because you paid attention.
You caught my attention only because I couldn’t see you.

To be honest if at any time YOU decide WE should try again
I promise to expect your flaws and make it perfect.

Any feed backs