I don't know why I kept thinking about him, Even though he had told me not to think of him, That he won't love me back, That everyone else was better than me, Then why did I keep thinking about him? Years passed, Fragments of him still stayed, The first gift he gave me, Was the first one I was ever to receive, The time I went to his house, How I saw him shyly hiding from me, Where did he go, He turned into a cold guy in front of me, But why? I still ask this question, When one day, After I have met the guy I deserve, A guy who deserves me, And if I see him again, Will I go back to him? I think not, Even though our memories are all good, What he did to me then, Was miserable and petty, How much ever I think of him, I can never love him, Not because we are not meant to be, Not because I don't deserve him, But because he doesn't deserve me, And the one who does, Is still waiting.