When Nothing Else Works, Put It Into Writing

“Let’s be friends.”

You are the one who convinced me that we would work as a couple; and you stole it all back.

I missed you more than I should have.

The days when I don’t see you actually make this easier to get on. There is no reminder of what used to be.

Weeks went by and we finally decided that we could hang out.

I should have known that “just friends” wasn’t going to last for very long.

We both knew that back massages and tickling only lead to bad things.

After those few agonizing seconds of wondering if we were actually going to do this, you kissed me.

Kissed me as if there weren’t weeks between our last meeting.

Same touch, same taste, same tenderness. And I thought I felt that you had missed me, too.

You had me with one look from those gorgeous brown eyes.

Everything-the truth that we aren’t getting back together, the pep talk I had to give myself on my way to see you-all melted away.

I can’t consider dating anyone else because all I can think about is you. But that will pass, right?

I know that I have to be the one who ends this and says goodbye. But that is the one thing that I can’t bring myself to say to you.

Because where is the “good” in that?