You represent a piece of me that’s missing.

A sense of stability in my life that’s gone, a memory that’s permanently burned into the back of my brain.

You made me feel desired when no one else did.

Since then I feel lost, wandering aimlessly without reason.

I’m afraid that I will never find anyone who makes me feel the same, it was as if everything else was null when I was with you.

I met you a summers day, on a hot day,  fragmented mind and love, I cant breath and I’m unable to speak because I sit at the edge of my seat waiting for you to say something, anything at all, waiting for myself to give into commitment, to be vulnerable, to give into my own emotions and pleasures.

Warm skin pressed against cold glass as we feel each others souls filling with our deepest desires, it’s a human condition to love someone this much, it’s a human condition to feel stuck.

I feel stuck.

In a whirlwind of intimacy and love I feel stuck, or maybe just love struck, I feel stuck and I don’t know how I can say it, there’s nothing stopping me from walking away and yet I stay time and time again.

I’m in love with you.

I’m in love with you but I can’t be.

Fuck I’m in love with you.

Im blinded by your beauty, the waves of comfort and passion flowing over me, I wouldn’t wish this level of passion on my worst enemy, I wish there was a way I could know that there’s someone else out there waiting for the sweet caress of my name from their lips, someone else that sees the world in the beautifully twisted way it really is. 

And still even now our souls bond with the force of a thousand suns, as your name drips from the tip of my tongue, I fall in love with you all over again. 

Sometimes it still feels like I could be your lover, or your friend, or even an acquaintance you speak to now and then, but more than anything I just don’t want this story to end.

And after all that being said, it hurts a little less knowing that you’re happy now.