[You] are the only person I ever got excited about.
I used to ride my bike 8 miles just so I could drop in and say I was "in the neighborhood".
And I was excited to do it.
The first time [You] held me my heart fluttered, raced. My awkwardness gave way to comfort as minutes gave way to hours. You gently touched my face, softly exploring me, getting to know the terrain with your touch.
I've never been in love--the closest to it was [You]. Your smile, your body, your attitude all made me want to change to become more for you--to make you feel the same way about me as I felt about [You].
But I didn't, and I won't, and I can't. I know I shouldn't change, I need to find someone who really likes me for me. But I'll be damned if I don't think about [You] whenever I'm alone, even now.
I've dated several guys since you, and none have come close to the wonder and simple joy I felt just innocently holding your body against mine.
If there was something I could do to win [You] back, I'd do it in heart beat.
But you can't win back what you never really had...
I miss [You].
//apologies to Chedner for using his [Him] concept//