I wanted to stay with you in that moment for as long as I could stand it. I wanted to lie on the floor and openly profess our love for each other. I wanted my lips to linger on your beautiful skin and feel your fingers gently entangled in my hair. I wanted to keep laughing at the seeking world while we hid in the comfort of each other.
Now, I sit in the same room we’d rented, reflecting on our passing moment, still wishing for it to have been forever. Now, all we get is a knowing glance and secretive smile. Now, all I get is jealousy for her while you remain tolerant of him. Hesitation is our ghost, fear is our death.