Who wants who now?

I wanted you.
Since the very first moment I met you, I wanted you. I wanted you in so plenty numbers of ways you could never imagined.
You saw me. You saw me and I looked at you; as I did, I started to liked you. You didn't notice and still you don't when you smile at me that you have crushed me. Crushed in a form you wouldn't believe, or understand.
As I saw you, I knew you; Right between your black and curious eyes wondering who I am and questioning yourself if I'm afraid to let show myself. I smiled as I noticed, you laughed trying not to pretend how you want to show your real self to someone, someone that perhaps can be me.
While you laugh in a smile to cover up the pain, you wouldn't recognized yourself after what I sense you've been trough; you think you know how to hide it but you don't look at yourself just like I look you.
But you're clever, and I dare to say even smart to know what I know from what I noticed of you. And you did, you know it: You let me get in your thoughts, making me surrender in wonder and you surprise me, as I know I surprise you too.
As time goes by, you show you want me as I wanted you in the beggining, and as I still do.

So, who wants who now?