I have fallen in love with you.
His almost shoulder length hair that is usually tucked back into a straw cowboy hat frames our first kiss and tickles my cheek, his calloused finger tips, worn from hours of guitar playing, are grazing my neck as he wraps his hands up in my perfectly messy waves.
In that moment I didn’t understand friendship comes in different forms I didn’t understand loving people could mean so many things.
They manipulate us, put us down, stifle our self-esteem and make us feel like we’re worthless, yet we still stay. Why?
It wasn’t “like”, it wasn’t “lust”, it was that all consuming, I-love-your flaws, I-love-your-soul, I-love-your-morning-breath kind of love that you never completely recover from.
I thought I was over you. I thought I already moved on.
You want to know everything there is to know about him.
For quite some time now I have been preparing myself for the next time we meet. I’ve been practicing… patiently waiting.
It’s been two weeks since he went back South and I haven’t heard from him, because that’s how things have to be.
I was the girl who stayed even when things get rough. I was the girl who stayed even when the texts got lesser, the calls short and rough, and the date nights no longer existent.