When you held my hand, I felt as though I was floating on one of those fluffy moving clouds from the game, Mario. My feet couldn’t touch the ground and even though I was frightened, I felt safe in your grip.

When you kissed my lips, my brain got that kind of feeling you get when you sit on your hands too long. It was static and mushy and I felt at any moment, I could have an aneurysm and die happy.

When you said you missed me, I went back to the times in which I said that very same statement to men before, and was left with a cricket response. My heart melted into a popsicle pool like it was a hot summer day.

When you said goodbye, I cursed myself, because I knew it was too good to be true. My heart drowned in disappointment and my head said, “I told you so...”. But then why did my heart and head tell me it felt so right before?

I’m ****** up.