I was on the verge of falling in love with you but logic kept pointing out all the reasons you were wrong for me. How could I have a happy, stable future with a starving artist? I’ll always be living my life with you struggling to make ends up. My heart argued saying, “Love is all you need”. But is it really? Will love be there to rescue us from the stress of instability?
Your greatest accomplishment was making me forget the one person who meant the world to me. You gave me hope that I could love again – truly, madly, deeply. But you knew, just as well as I did, that you were wrong for me.
I could feel the intensity of our attraction in the way we’d look at each other, make each other laugh; in the flow of our conversation about anything and everything. I could feel the intensity of our attraction in the way we kissed and caressed each other, in the way our bodies moved rhythmically in complete bliss.
You told me how amazing I was, how lucky a guy would be to have me. But that guy just couldn’t be you. I understood and could feel you distancing yourself from me so I slowly drifted out of your life.
It was a short lived romance and I keep telling myself I should get over you but the truth is, I don’t want to get over you.