I liked you

Oh how I liked you when you drew me a teddy bear and it looked like balloons with ears but I looked past your horrible drawing because you had, still have a handsome face and I wanted you more than anything I ever wanted in the twelve years of my life.

Oh how I liked you when you took my hand into yours for the first time and you admitted you have been watching me, that even though your father taught you to keep away from girls because girls aren’t until you are at least seventeen, you wanted me.

Oh how I liked you when I drew a deep breath before sprinting off for another lap of freestyle and you swam past me, your hand grazed purposely towards my tiny breast.

Oh how I liked you when you called from beneath your bed covers and your mother’s footsteps drowned away in the whispers of your fantasies.

Oh how I liked you when you stood under the rain screaming you loved me and your favourite shirt washed away in its ugly blue dye.

Oh how I liked you when we made love for the first time and it was good but I didn’t know if I yielded because I already loved you or that you loved me more.

Oh how I liked you when you rang me every year on my birthday, your hope lingered each time in your voice and looked from afar as I went on with my life without you.

Oh how I liked you and you and you and you.

Yet you all never lasted and that is good because you all prepared me for someone great who was going to come my way.

Please welcome The Boyfriend.