Strange thing, love. You never know it until it hits you, twice.
I’ve fallen in love with he that I will not name a year or so ago.
I could not stop thinking about him and how much I wanted him.
Of course, our meetings were rare and fleeting.
There wasn’t much between us, we didn’t click unlike the first time we met.
But then he was no longer available, and so I let it go.
But meeting him again, I fell desperately in love with him again.
More stronger than I first experienced.
I wanted him: body and soul. Very badly.
I became jealous of all those around who took advantage of him.
Those that he gave love to but not for me.
I threw caution to the wind and decided that it is now or never.
I made my declaration of love.
But I understood that it will never mean anything more.
Nothing more will happen, nothing more will be expected.
We both know that. We both understand that.
And so I reside, and sigh.
It is now off my chest and now he knows.
He’d probably have forgotten by now, like all who forget me.
Though I will never forget his beauty and charm that has chained my heart to his.