Oh how I wish I knew that when I snuck out with you that night, that it wouldn’t be the last time it happened.
That when we kissed and made-out for almost two hours, it would happen again and again. Night after night.
That the sex that lasted for hours was something more than your “Farewell” gift.
That when you held me tightly afterwards; laughing and talking as if we’d known each other our whole lives, you’d say how you wanted to do this again as soon as possible.
That when you played with my hair, looking into my eyes and told me I was beautiful; you meant it.
That you didn’t lie to me about your girlfriend.
That she didn’t exist.
That i didn’t have these feelings for you.
That you didn’t live so far.
That you would drive back down here to tell me how you couldn’t get me out of your head. That I had captured your heart like you captured mine.
That you loved me.
And by god; Oh how I wish I’d never met you.
The girl who can say she has a kick-ass vocabulary…kick-assly.