For years, I have known your best friend.

Since childhood, his and my mom were good friends.

They've worked together in the same hospital back in our hometown.

I didn't think much of you, just heard about you a lot.

I used you as a character in my daydreams,

to fall in love with one of my friends.

Yet, I didn't think of you in a certain way.

It was not until recently,

where I fell heads over heels again.

In today's generation, social media is a big part.

You didn't follow me back.

I admit, it was childish of me to feel so sad.

You only like girls

with rosy cheeks,

and eyes plastered with thick mascara and eyeliner.

Lips as plum as a strawberry,

eyes as enchanting as the moon.

I look at myself and know you'll never like me the same way.

You're too good for me,

and I'll never be enough.