I kept your drawing

It's safe in the back of my book. I brought it out the other day just to return to the moment. I got carried away in the feeling. I remember the way he touched you. I remember his hidden motives. I remember his ways and how he treated you. I remember because he told me. He tells me. He talked to me about you. I wish he never did. I wish I didn't know all the things he mentioned when you weren't around. You were something gorgeous, something different. You are one of the those hidden gems, one of those pearls found at the bottom of the ocean stuck in a clam. I don't know why I keep that drawing. Maybe to show you how much I really do care, and how much I really have been wondering about you. Maybe I kept it to remind myself of you and him, and how we should never be. Maybe I keep it because I can actually show people proof that someone got me one day. You understood me that day creatively. That is why I kept your drawing. That is why I kept my drawing.