The Three Thoughts

[Kratos Marc]

In English we say, how quickly things can change.

In poetry we say, probably friends, possibly lovers, but definitely not nothing. Those were the three thoughts in my mind the first time your path crossed mine, when I saw those eyes for the first time.

Then I learned your favorite color, realized how easily you paint a smile across my serious disposition. I started practicing learning you, thinking about you a little too much in my spare time. Then the three thoughts changed.

Probably lovers, possibly friends, but definitely not nothing. Then things started to change. I realized the love only went one way.

I started anticipating the feeling of you pulling away. Your sentences became shorter as my grip became stronger on a love that was falling from my fingertips. You took my smile as easily as you had given it.

The three thoughts chimed one more time. Probably nothing, possibly friends, but definitely not lovers.

 

[Jack_v2]

In English we say, how quickly things can change.

In poetry we say, probably friends, possibly lovers, but definitely not nothing. Those were the three thoughts in my mind the first time your path crossed mine, when I saw those eyes for the first time.

Then I learned your favorite color, realized how easily you paint a smile across my serious disposition. I started practicing learning you, thinking about you a little too much in my spare time. Then the three thoughts changed.

Probably lovers, possibly friends, but definitely not nothing. Then things started to change. I realized the love only went one way.

I started anticipating the feeling of you pulling away. Your sentences became shorter as my grip became stronger on a love that was falling from my fingertips. You took my smile as easily as you had given it.

The three thoughts chimed one more time. Probably nothing, possibly friends, but definitely not lovers.
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Some relations can't be explained by words.

 

[Anshhi]

In English we say, how quickly things can change.

In poetry we say, probably friends, possibly lovers, but definitely not nothing. Those were the three thoughts in my mind the first time your path crossed mine, when I saw those eyes for the first time.

Then I learned your favorite color, realized how easily you paint a smile across my serious disposition. I started practicing learning you, thinking about you a little too much in my spare time. Then the three thoughts changed.

Probably lovers, possibly friends, but definitely not nothing. Then things started to change. I realized the love only went one way.

I started anticipating the feeling of you pulling away. Your sentences became shorter as my grip became stronger on a love that was falling from my fingertips. You took my smile as easily as you had given it.

The three thoughts chimed one more time. Probably nothing, possibly friends, but definitely not lovers.
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This piece is heart-wrenching. The way you've woven the evolution of your thoughts about this person is beautiful and poignant. The shift from "probably friends, possibly lovers" to "probably nothing" captures the pain of unrequited love perfectly. The imagery of your grip becoming stronger as their sentences became shorter is especially striking. It's a powerful exploration of love, loss, and self-awareness.
*A_AICS