I remember the first time I met you.

  I was walking down the street, I didn't know where I was going. Everything was a blur since she told me I was not enough for her. That she accepted me out of pity. That all I have ever done for her were below her expectations. That I was the only one under the impression of us being in love, when she never bothered to love me back. At the time, my brain couldn't process anything except her voice telling me to never see her again. My body began to move on its own. I didn't hear the sound of the horn blaring behind me, the sound of people shouting at me, or the sound of your steps come running at me until I found myself knocked on the ground.   You screamed at me for being crazy. You lectured me about how I was going to end up dead on the street if you didn't push me wholeheartedly until you ran out of energy to even stand up. I stared at you and couldn't comprehend a thing, you didn't even introduce yourself before the rants flew out of your mouth.   Yet we managed to be friends. I was enchanted at the way you see things differently. You were always on the positive side, it was like you never woke up on the wrong side of the bed. You light me up and gave me another reason to go every day, slowly forgetting all that was left from her. You made me believe that I could be whatever I wanted to be. You made me believe that I was enough. That there was nothing wrong with me, I gave her my all when she was the one who missed out on great things.   I remember the first time I realized I was in love with you, but you had your heart for someone else.   I knew I was in love with you, and you had no idea. I knew it when we danced the night away, and you