My biggest flaw is that I keep pushing forward to tomorrow while often looking back to the yesterdays.
There will never be another day like yesterday, a week ago or a year ago.
And different emotions battle within me as I try decide if that’s a good thing or not.

Who is he?

He’s the type of guy who would make me walk on the inside of the sidewalk, step a little bit closer to me as some drunk guy starts shouting at no one.

He’s the type of soul who lays in bed with me, and could talk about anything and everything. He runs his hand up and down my arm, and wants me to rest my head on his shoulder.

He’s the type of guy who kisses me softly and slowly and surely. He pulls me to his chest.

He’s the type of guy who worries when I’m sad and wants me to find comfort within him.

He’s my guy and I don’t want to share him with nobody. Not yet.

You tear my heart apart, a million different ways.

You hurt me, a thousand different ways.

You love me, a hundred different ways.

You want me, in the only way you will want me.

And I’m ready to let you take me away from all of this.

Baby, I’m ready for you to sweep me under the current and to keep me in a safe place forever.

You puzzle me at times but I know that we love each other. There’s no doubt in the way you tell me you love me.

You love me the way that I love you.

So deeply and truthfully.

You love me honestly and whole heartedly.

I was afraid for a moment, a small moment in our time that you would want someone else.

But here we go, for another run, the last run, our last run, I know, for sure, one hundred percent that you love me.

The mess that is me. The person that is me. The soul I am.

You accept that, the way I accept you.

You love that. You want me, us, and our future.

So I’ll run away with you, give you all of me. The rest of me. I don’t want ever lose you.

You complete me in so many ways. Just you. Just your soul.

This is the first night I’m here with you, in the same home, under the same roof, within a close proximity where I don’t feel the need to curl up in your arms while we laugh the night away.
I can feel how much I want to but I also know that I shouldn’t.
We’re two old flames where the light will never go out.

The greatest feeling was I could go so long without talking to you, the days are turning into weeks and I’m honestly okay with that. The best I can do is wish you well and hope you never come back to take another piece of me.