Retroactive Love Letter

I remember a time someone asked when I knew that I liked him - assuming that I did

He admitted that for him it was at some event

I said the same

But the truth was

I didn’t really notice him at all

I remember the first time someone asked me that same question

He admitted that when I walked past his desk at work

Donning a new black skirt with ruffles

That was the Spring that I would wake up every morning

Asking my roommate of her opinion of my outfit

For him, I said the same

He’d wear this black button down

Smile in a way that reminded me of a vacation

I meant it the first time

In a city of so many people,

Men and women seem to have lost sight of thier value in each other

Back in antiquity

Seeing a beauty was a sheer blessing

The impetus of an epic romance

But in a modern day metropolis of cosmetically attractive beings

We collect each other, almost

A connection with someone

Is just another tally on one's ability to socialize

We view each other’s lives as silent spectators

Our only outreach to others lies in the double tap on our phone screen

Helen of Troy is gone

He’ll never know who I am

That man who asked me when I first started liking him

But if he knew who I was years ago,

Would he have even felt the same way that he did back then?