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Lately

“Lately, things have been confusing. You seem to be interested now. You seem to be showing me that somehow a little amount of light can spark something between us. Just when I decided that I would move on, move away from you, forget all of these illusions of me and you, you come flashing with all of those things that made me fall for you.

Please don’t smile at me like you’ve won my heart. Please don’t look at me like you’ve known my soul. Please don’t talk to me like you’ve had me. Please... not anymore. I don’t want to let my heart be opened again. It hurts realizing that this may just be a byproduct of the gentle and kind you. This may just be a spin-off of your charm. Please, spare me now. I don’t want it. I don’t want you anymore.”

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Speaking these thoughts in her behalf…

But... the love that we cannot have is the one that lasts the longest, hurts the deepest, feels the strongest, and sometimes having a hard time letting go of.

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