I was with someone else before we met. Funny thing is I met you through that person. I didn't pay attention to you. You weren't "my type", then again what does that even mean to someone?

I remember the first time I realized I wanted you. We sat with each other at our group's usual spot. just us... you held my hand because of a dumb game I don't remember. My heart couldn't stop. We stayed there just looking at each other. I wanted you and I knew you wanted me. The only problem was that I wasn't free to do it. As we casually went back to our game he came to us, sat next to me and kissed me. While you looked at me, knowing I couldn't be yours.

Little did we know we would be the saddest love story years later....