I remember our confession.

It was awkward. 

You couldn't seem to form the words.

I love you.

It was if you were so guarded.

You were insecure.

You were afraid I would leave you.

But I left you in the end didn't I?

I remember our confession.

I was imperfect.

Was that why you left in the end?

But that didn't happen yet.

When I fumbled the words.

I remember your happiness.

That was all I needed.

That was all I wanted, i thought.