i didn’t mean to fall in love with you.
you were a random guy in a bar. you were beautiful, but mostly drunk. we made small talk, then made out in front of my friends. we went to your place.
one more date, the realization that you’re smart, witty, gentle, moving to LA next fall - and life threw me a curveball, so i stopped calling.
fast forward 4 months: crazy random happenstance gives me a reason to call, so i do.
you’re always at school or work - i’m always at work. still, we start to see each other a lot - bars, thunder games, shows, just hanging out to watch movies.
you kiss me like i have never been kissed. you wake me up in the middle of the night with your touch.
we have a lot of sex. really good sex.
waking up next to you becomes the reason to wake up.
i meet your friends, you meet mine. everyone gets along.
i meet your sister, your cousin; you meet my kids. perfect.
we say those magic words.
we sing along with the radio. you help me decide what to wear. i help you with your homework.
one tiny halcyon road trip, a few more days together…
i knew you were going, but now that you’re gone, every place reminds me of you. everyone asks about you. I was careful not to post about us a lot - we both suck at remembering to take pictures, so that wasn’t too hard. never changed my relationship status anywhere public, never talked to my mom about you.
when all of this started, i didn’t think i’d be here right now, day three without eye makeup, office door closed in case i randomly start crying again. summer fling turned into something entirely different, and i want you back, and all my friends say you’re out of your mind, that you’ll come back when you realize - but i told you to go.
you needed out.
i miss you. i love you.