The Wandering Game

Once, we both thought we could be something. I swear we had something ‘cause we’d exchange mere glances but the tension .. oh, you could cut it with a knife.

I didn’t just look at you, I admired your being. I saw your pupils dilate & sparkle when you stared. & when you watched me, my eyes told you everything my mouth couldn’t.
Who needs words when souls connect?

That’s how good we were together; how good we loved each other, how bad we hurt each other.

That’s also how bad I hurt you. Because my logic betrayed me. I made it all complicated, took your love for granted. I was acting like I was in my teens when I should have been working with you as a team.

So when you didn’t yield anymore, I could not bring myself to fight for more even when I expected you to do the same. I’m not ashamed to admit I was a hypocrite. Maybe I even regret it, not reaching out to you, but I had nothing to hold on to.

I’m also not ashamed to admit I was a coward ‘cause the one thing that could help us move forward, the one thing we could afford, I gravely withheld. In hindsight, I don’t know if I will act differently.
I don’t know if I will fight for you or hold my peace.
I don’t know. What I do know however, the only truth I know, is our souls used to connect. If that’s not intimacy, I don’t know what is.

Thank you for reading! Come again ☺️💖