I feel dark and ashamed while still somewhat intrigued by your soft welcoming arms.
All through the festivities this weekend I felt your presence...ever so near. Just waiting for me to fall. To trip. To succumb.
I played the happy face of the girl in love. I played perfect girlfriend to a T. You should have seen their faces at his perfect BBQ birthday party. They bought the whole charade.
They'll never know that my affection is waning. My desire to be with him is cracking, flaking and falling apart.
Because of you.
Before I even saw you I knew that I would want you. Your absence hung in my heart like an avocado without a pit: dark, hidden and slightly green. Then, when my eyes fell upon you I knew. I was instantly transformed into someone who understood yearning. Suddenly I could no longer look at the covers of those bodice ripping romance novels and derisively laugh at their complete lack of reality. You made me want to rip my old, ratty sweatshirt off immediately and without reservation.
Lust courtesy of J. Crew.