The Guy In Glasses
A guy in glasses came into the room one day
He looked like a fine young man
His hair was well-kept, his polo pressed,
He was tall, and his skin so tan
The guy in glasses sat behind me that day
Along with some of his friends
And there they were, nothing special
Just a small group of new students
My friends and I came over to introduce ourselves
And soon we got to memorizing their names one by one
Maybe it was destiny working its miracles
Coz his name was the same as a friend’s who made me laugh a ton
So with that i decided to befriend the guy
Hoping he had at least a quarter of his namesake’s humor
But little did i know what i was getting myself into
A bit more than what i had hoped for me was in store
I got his number and he got mine
It wasn’t long before we started something new
I loved his jokes, his pick up lines
And soon i was starting to love him too
It was a little crush, a harmless admiration
That in time grew into this overgrown affection
He had only one trait of the five in my checklist
But i guess that’s what they call “the only exception”
I was good to him, i showed him i cared
I was the very best i could ever be
He treated me better than everybody else
And reserved that smile especially for me
He would sometimes pat my head in the morning
Then text me “good night” before he goes to bed
My heart would do somersaults inside my chest
As i recall everything he has done and said
When i was almost sure he felt the same way
I decided to tell him one starry evening
That same night i cried myself to sleep
When i found out there wasn’t really anything
I was a stupid girl for having thought it was love
I gave awful meanings to his kindness
Coz i thought guys acted that way around girls they liked
Turns out there’s more than one way to impress
Good thing he’s naturally a kind boy
So things were the same after that little incident
I tried so hard to keep it all inside
And make the confession look like an accident
Now we’re just like everybody else
Two people who know things about each other
Maybe it’s that little incident that’s causing
Us to grow farther and farther
Maybe i ought to regret what i did
And think to myself “i shouldn’t have said anything”
But i’m really glad i told him i loved him
Coz he was, after all, someone really worth loving
I’m thankful i have memories to look back to
I’m glad i have messages to read over and over
I’m happy God gave me the chance to be with him
And i will be grateful for those times forever
Should he read this poem by any chance,
I have a few things left to say:
“Honey i’m still in love with you
And i do hope to stay that way”
I end this poem with sweet words of remembering
As i write it at five a.m., on the sixth of May
For the guy who made me feel human;
The guy in glasses who came into the room that day
May 6, 2011; For the guy in glasses who came into the room that day.