When I first met you, I knew: This guy is definitely not the guy for me
Seems a little aloof, a little strange looking, a little out of my comfort zone
I wrote you off write the moment we met
Eight months on when we were lying in your bed and you kissed me for the first time I was going to feel something I’d never felt before
Passion, elation, happiness, tenderness, and every other emotion I’d only read about before…
Then you left the next day
You told me too, that you never thought you’d feel this way
But I say “really?”
After eight months of sticky little post it notes on my door, watching movies alone, lying in your bed and endless cuddles
You never saw this coming? Never?
Well, me neither.
I thought that we were best friends,
The type of friends that did everything, the type of friends that could be there for eachother through thick and thin.
The type who could lie comfortably in eachother’s arms when the other was scared of the thunderstorm blaring outside, the type that you could just hold tight and never ever let go
There’s no such ‘friend’.
I wanted more.
I still want more.