message in a bottle.

I got blocked on facebook. Damn.
I thought you found my poems cute.

I am glad I took screenshots of your sweet messages for me back then. Like, they were fresh screenshots. Those were during THE moment. Your profile picture was different. My phone was different. The vibes were different. You really are my TOTGA.

It just hurts me to the core that when I truly confessed to you through my message in a bottle, you then became different. You swayed away from me as if you never felt the same way. Because I really thought you did. We once did years ago and I thought you have been reminiscing those feelings too. We were intimate. I liked you and I thought you liked me back and you liked me still. 

Had I not told you how I truly felt maybe things may have gone differently. Sometimes there is a pinch of regret that I became too brave to tell you. Sometimes I feel it was worth it because then I knew how you would react. But fuck that was so brief. And grieving. I was devoted to you all these years and all we had was a moment. Not even one percent of the moment. 

When we were younger we shared these feelings together but because of our youth we were reckless. Six years later we had the chance to converse but wow how great was the timing. What a moment! I mean, I really thought that was our chance. I thought that was our time. But I just thought. Maybe it was a sign that I should stop. That growth had changed us , or you. 

You were the muse to my inkwell. My poems flow freely when it's about you. Words were easier to write and love was hardly a stranger. 

I really believed you remember it all. 
I know you remember it all. 
Because if you didn't, why would you care to keep me out?