My emotions for you are back and forth. Today I miss you…tomorrow…well nothing is guaranteed. I wish…well wishing doesn’t do anything but gives my hopes a glimpse of what I want (of what could’ve been if things were different). You meant so much to me and I have no ******* idea why? I have no ******* clue why I allowed you in my heart when I knew it wasn’t the right thing to do. The other guy seemed like my prince but you were my poison apple. You had me from the first bite. I should have known that one day I would reach your core and there would be no more of you left. I should have seen that I would get addicted to your drug. No rehab. No detox. No other man. Nothing would make me forget you. The way you touched me. The way you held me. The way you kissed my lips. The way you looked into my eyes as our bodies moved in sync. As our moistened skin made contact, I would moan and chant your name as if performing a sacred ritual. Though I trusted you with my body more so than with my heart, I still allowed you to hold me as if you wanted me. But you didn’t. I’ve convinced myself that when it comes down to it all…you never wanted ME. You never wanted the real me. The me who willingly fell for you. The me who cares for people even if they don’t. The me who won’t judge you because of your past but the me who will encourage you to embrace it. The me who once upon a time had a fairytale-like dream of being with you. But, reality struck like lightning during a midnight storm. The darkness and the cold was all I could feel…but all I wanted was your warm embrace. All I wanted was you.