Goodbye Querida

At one time I thought you had feelings for me.
The way you'd play with my fingers on the bus would cause my skin to tingle.
When you'd growl at me, chills would shoot up and down my spine and I'd be riddled with goose-bumps.
The things you did and the words you wrote in those notes you gave me all pointed at the fact that you had feelings for me.
But as time went by, things started to change.
You didn't look at me the same and you stopped acting the way you did.
I knew you were drifting away.
I kept writing to you, like I always did.
But as we drifted farther and farther apart, I found it harder to find something to write about.
Then came the day when I saw you with her for the first time.
I started seeing the two of you together more and more.
I won't lie, I was worried.
So I asked a friend about it and they said it was impossible because she had a boyfriend.
But as it turns out, you and that boyfriend are one and the same.
I was crushed. I couldn't believe it.
A whole year had been spent in pursuit of you.
Then I learned that she had had feelings for you so much longer then I had.
It had been her dream to become your girlfriend for a long time.
So I made a hard decision.
I'm going to back off and give you two your space.
She comes first, she has priority.
Her knowing you all her life and me only knowing you for a year.
There's no competition. She's first.
*sigh*
Now that it's ending, I can't help but remember the first time I saw you.
The guys in black always draw my attention.
But this time, the guy in the black beret drew my eyes away from all the others.
I haven't seriously liked a guy since first setting eyes on you.
I saw you in the halls at school, and every time I did, I knew you were different.
In the summer months that followed, you were still in my mind.
Then came the first day of school and I finally got to meet you.
I remember that bewildered look on your face when I said I had seen you around.
We slowly got to know each other and then I asked you to stay after school and play the piano for me.
That was when I fell for you completely.
I wrote a story for class and misspelled your name.
I know you remember that.
We got in trouble with our parents for not doing our work, or at least I did.
Then I wrote poems about you and the way you made me feel.
But now my heart is broken.
I'm giving you up so you can be someone else's dream come true.
I honestly hope you're happy together.
Goodbye, Nate, my Querida.