Memories of Him

I felt as if I was caught up in a dream,
memorizing every little detail,
staring into his beautiful hazel eyes,
I thought he was different,
he wasn't different but exactly the same,
he said he wouldn't hurt me,
but he did,
he said I could trust him,
but I couldn't,
our long talks at night,
the connection of our eyes,
the touch of his arms holding me,
then it all changed,
as if it didn't matter,
or exist,
not love,
not yet,
but friendship,
and trust.