It’s not that I am falling for you again.
It’s just that I never got over you.
Every male is you.
Every kiss is you.
Every “i love you” from you.
That night in the car when you cried in my arms telling me how you felt about life and I told you all I wanted for your life was Jesus, I knew I had fallen for you and it was too late.
Two years later and you still are counting on me in your tough times. Pulling me in. Dragging me with you in your unhappiness and pain. Making it impossible for me to ever allow my heart to feel for anyone else.
Sex is nothing now. I crave it on a daily basis. I have it with whomever, whenever I want and it is never satisfying.
I miss when you would kiss me and love me and I felt like I was the only one. Those days however, are long gone for the both of us.
Where do our hearts lie now?