second thoughts

The more you became a memory, the more I'd fall in love.

I still remember that night.

But I remember before, even more. I dreamed of you at night

I wrapped myself in your arms by day.

It was exactly what I wanted, just you, all of you

until it became real.

I still remember when the words I'd yearned to hear for ages spilled from your

Lips. My rationality ran away from me

so I ran away from you. Time

passed. The more you became a memory, the more

I'd fall in love. But the second your name lit up my lock screen,

my heart would start pounding

and I couldn't really breathe

and it didn't feel...

good. Do I push you away

because I'm too in love to even process it?

Because I'm not ready to commit to something

real? Or because I never truly loved you

from the start?

(make author anonymous anywhere other than ywp. thanks!)