Curiosity Killed the K

Maybe it was the way I didn't want to be alone.
Or the way you looked at me the first time you saw me. I felt your blue to green eyes burning into me and they say curiosity killed the cat and I looked back at you.
It was sweet to hear we clicked so well.
It was an incipient relationship, afterall, you did say you felt we clicked yourself. I felt it too, it was almost inevitable.
I told you I loved abstraction, still-life. No matter if it's somehow seen as monotonous to you.
I almost thought I was worth fighting for.
Why wasn't I worth fighting for?
I wish I'd never looked back and I wish you would've just never noticed I existed.