I first saw you distorted through a glass - primary colours creating a basic, idealised sketch of you. A picture in my mind formed before ever trying to discover a person full of intricate details.
Some part of me always knew this but it kept quiet. That’s why I never listened or took an interest. That’s why I never asked you out. I loved an idea of you but never actually tried to know you.
I saw you with your family today, undistorted for the first time; remembered things, realised how incompatible we were. And I smiled the happiest of smiles.
