Chasing Amy-Lou

I met a boy about two years ago now and fell for his wit and charm.

We didn’t know one another, we hadn’t conversed but I knew, I felt all the alarms.

When we finally spoke, my head was a flutter, heart racing, palms sweaty, mumbled words I did utter.

He played it cool, nonchalant and lovely, his natural radiance attractive in quality.

Twelve months passed and I’d not seen him much; I’d been away, I’d grown but still imagined his touch.

On my return and by chance, I got to know him better; fell ridiculously in love and knew for him I would settle.

I fell for his smile and his positive outlook, his attitude, his kindness, the way life he took.

We exchanged kind words, flirted and the rest; I felt alive in his presence, arms round his waist, hand on his chest.

I could listen to him talk for hours on end, my usual bravado suppressed;

Then one night, like a drunken fool, my feelings I brazenly confessed.

I needed him to know just how I felt, it wasn’t a school-girl crush;

I  respected his values, the way he lived life, but I wasn’t going to push.

He never once told me he didn’t feel the same, but I knew it wouldn’t be.

He didn’t lead me on yet my feelings remain and I long for him to ‘see me’.

And as our paths are now heading in different directions, I feel crushed at the sense of accidental rejection.

I may have my head wobbling in the clouds but he must have feelings, of that I can’t doubt.

Circumstance at the moment may prevent us from being, however long it takes;

I know in my heart it has to get better, for him I’d definitely wait.

And as I board the plane I can’t get him out of my head; if he asked me to stay, would I do that instead?

I wish things could be different, alas they’re not; I’m leaving, maybe forever, who knows, but he won’t be forgot.

You see, that boy I met about two years ago now…he’s perfectly imperfect…I just hope he knows how.