With aspiration and admiration, she was in love with me. She held me down and promised to be with me. She was everything i said I wanted. She was everything I was not ready for. I made her happy. I was her world. She could never get enough of me. Enough of us. My throat started to tighten up, I couldn't breathe. The feels were coming back, feels i didn't need. I was ready to give her my all. My mind and heart were in constant battle with each other. My mind would tell me to settle down, be the one to hold her down. My heart felt otherwise. As much as I tried, it wasn't right. I tried and tried again but to no avail, she was not mine.