Here’s the thing. I want to be the one who takes the picture of you when you are looking off in to the distance. Unaware of my actions. Only for you to realize as the click goes off. Swiping at my arm, and we move on. I want to hear your breath be taken away by the site of a hotel room, and then I want to take your breath away in that hotel room. I want to slip into a large tub with you between my thighs and hear you sigh.I want to hear it all… See it all…. with you.
But, the more aware I become, I see this is all fantasy. So, I have to move on. Being in love with you is keeping me from happiness. Its keeping me from truly loving anyone else. The fact that I don’t affect you like you do me is reason enough to never look back. However, I can’t imagine my life without you. That is the true nature of it all. I can’t not love you. Need you. Crave you. As worthless as it is, my love is stuck to my ribs. Cemented in so deep, if I even attempt to chips some away, I feel as if my lungs are being ripped to shreds.
I had a friend ask why I do it. As if I had a choice, as if I chose to want you. She told me I needed to “friend zone” you. No more ‘I love you’s’. No more talking to you whenever I wanted. No more tagging you in things that remind me of you. Impersonal. No feelings. My heart literally stopped. I can’t not tell you I love you. The thought of not saying it back to you, when you say it first, makes me want to scream.
So, I guess here’s to the love that is as useless a fish without water.