subject line: you knew I loved you, right?

 

Where the Playas Play

I finally deleted your number so submitting anonymous emails has been my only form of release. There are moments when I almost make us being apart make since. But when those breif moments pass and I have a flashback of you smiling and then leaning down to kiss me, I’m thrown back into the confusion. I go back and forth between believing you truly just weren’t ready and trying to figure out if it was something I did. Or worse, something I didn’t do.
I told you I didn’t want us saying those words we always felt. Now, I want to tell the world. I want to kiss you in public as much as you always wanted to kiss me. I want to show you off to my friends like you did with me.

I didn’t feel we needed to say the words for us to know. You showed me in every rhythm of your life. I felt it every time you kissed my hand. And I tried to tell you with every affirming word I possess. I tried to show you by giving you every bit of my time. Call me crazy, but I would have swarn our heart beats were nearly in sync. I know you heard it too.