It was supposed to be a contract more than life, leftovers, prints and nothing else. After all, everyone is used to passing passions, determined encounters.
Except that along the way, we had great times, and that’s when my world fell apart, it was innocent, it was you, I thought I could go on with the ‘ok’ from the beginning of a quiet relationship, nothing serious, light and without expectations.
- You had a little of my way.
- My faults.
- My desires.
- And that made you want to have more.
- Know more.
- Look for more.
I was innocent thinking it would always be the same, I was honest, you were honest, but during the meetings came something else, something that I didn’t expect to appear in you and, let me say, in me. Complicate everything, it could be as easy as you expect; yes, today you want as much as I want us to work, for more than a few meetings.
I thought I could take the reins of our meetings, but I realized that the feeling is not limited to words, it is not measured with a tape measure, much less can be held with my hands.
At first it was an attraction, a carnal desire, an informal relationship that became attachment, affection, respect. I wish I could be like you, feel more, give myself more, no excuses and no more excuses.
His soul oozes intensity, brimming with feelings, and I confess that he surprised me by his unique way of being. You came slowly, showing that shy smile on the corner of your mouth, gently spoken in your ear that puzzled me. I wonder what brings you here, whether it’s your will or your fear of being alone.