I thought it was a symbol of "us"

And you just as easily took it back as you gave it to me in the first place. Have you considered that to me it was more than just an object? That maybe it was a reminder that even when I'm at my lowest, there might be someone out there who still cared about me? That it was the first thing that made me feel like we might be together? I remember when you first gave it to me. It became a secret to most, just like we were. I made such an effort to hide it from my parents. But I was so proud when they finally found it because that meant I could be truly open about how I cared about you when they were around. And I was nervous when other people asked about it too. I would make up excuses as to why I had it. I felt like it brought us closer. ...was it because I got my own that sparked this? That I offered mine to you hoping you'd cherish it as much as I did yours? I asked you to hold it for a few minutes and you suddenly decide that after over a year, you wanted it again? I don't care if you say that you'll "still love me anyway". I'm sorry that you see it as merely an object. Maybe someday you can see that I thought of it as a part of you. ______________________________________________________________________ "If I had a choice between you and me, I'd gladly choose you." *insert some sort of smiley face here* *insert witty comment here* *some more smiley faces* *maybe a few song lyrics* *repeat until satisfied or signature is insanely long and people start complaining* "I was terrified, and would you mind If I sat next to you and watched you smile? So many kids but I only see you, And I don't think you notice me..." A poem of sorrow While writing it, would you dance with me?