I thought...

I thought I found someone fitting to me.
Such a fine, decent guy you seemed to be;
somewhat different than most of the others;
a rare age-mate to whom his faith matters;
who might hence understand me better and
to whom I need not fear to be open;
who wouldn’t view me as alien creature,
but might enjoy my quieter nature.

I thought we could build on shared interests:
school competition or autumn forests.;
childhood memories try to recover
and more common likes maybe discover.
Doesn’t the idea sound to you good?
That after all those years in neighbourhood
it’s highest time to start an acquaintance,
now that I got aware of your presence.

I thought there’d be no problem to make friends;
to meet sometime, say hello and shake hands,
for we’ve known of each other since ever.
You seemed an honest young man; however,
turned out just an ignorant teddy bear.
You should have said it straight, that you don’t care
or don’t feel like befriending me ever.
I don’t understand it. What’s the matter?

I thought.... But I was mistaken.