And just like a moth so drawn to the flame, you burned.
It feels great. Getting good morning texts from him, having funny nicknames for each other, trying newly opened restaurants with him, opening up about your fears and dreams to him. It feels great until you start confessing that he matters more than just a friend, and then he tells you he can’t reciprocate the love.
You came in like a hurricane and you smashed down my walls. I told you I was damaged, I was not worthy of love, but you were indifferent. You kissed the scars I had that time never healed.
When I love, I love hard.