He watched me carefully
He had never been kissed
He waited
He pretended to respect me
He took great care to hide his anger
He questionably encouraged me
He thoughtlessly apologized
He hesitantly forgave
He could not adapt
He saw me and told me he was ready
He looked at me and I felt loved and safe
He cowardly lied; I wished him karma’s enemy
Soon this won’t be such a secret love song.
