I wish you would have given me something, anything, to go off of that night.
I would have held it tight.
And now instead there is this ever present twinge in my stomach.
It's not always bad, in fact.
I've grown to appreciate it.
I know you feel the same.

Innocent feelings and toying with the mind,
now turned into something guilty.

It happened for a reason, to let it go now would be arguing with fate.
We were set up and given a perfect moment.
And instead of grabbing hold of it, we both let it pass.

There's a reason you look forward to seeing me everyday.
There's a reason you pay attention to my every detail.
There's a reason you wanted to reach out and touch me.
There's a reason why you feel the need to tell me things that no one else knows.

My understanding is not condescending.

I just want you to know that it doesn't have to be this scary.
If we could both accept what we truly want,
we would both be happy,
in each other's arms,
the way it was so briefly.