"ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʰᵒʷ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʷⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃˢ ᴵ ᵈᵒ"

"Your first date, 

how did you feel?

What did you feel?"

I know you rejected me and I still feel stabbed.

"It was a cherishing experience, ", you had described your date as.

It felt like a drop of water for you but for me, it was like shattering glass.

Was I not good enough that you rejected me?

Loving you was red, so in love, missing you was gray, all alone, and losing you was blue.

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"Hey, how was your first date?" I asked having a smile on my face, even if it was fake.

"Better than ever!" you went on and on about the experience, not noticing me,

You failed to notice my bitter smile.

You knew I still liked you, I confessed to you.

But you chose to ignore that.

I loved you, it was a beautiful experience.

I missed you, it was worse than imagined.

I lost you, it was easier said than done.