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It started with the way he looked at you.
His eyes that seemed to melt your whole being, his eyes that seemed like it could see nothing but you; it was the way he made you feel like you were someone wanted, someone loved, someone special.

It then moved to the efforts invested.
The small talks made in hopes of finding similar interests, the bridges made that kept the short conversations flowing; it was that mutual desire to get through the invisible wall of awkwardness in between.

Then entered the exchange of sweet nothings and honeyed words.
Walking you home and wishing each other a good night, staying up late talking or supporting the other in any way possible; it has now come to not-so-little-things bordering friendly concern and something stronger.

But all was lost when you saw him with another doing the things that your heart ached for; the absence of the invisible wall, the shared smiles and secret looks about stories that only you both would know. Getting his feelings across ended up lost in translation and this pain is because you read it all wrong.