I was perfect, beautiful, amazing and you were intoxicated.
Your hands slowly covered me. Your eyes filled with excitement. Your kiss deep and passionate.
My name escaped you. That's alright, I didn't make an effort to remember yours. You had to take my number, it was important for us to talk again. I already knew the truth, so what point in taking yours?
I tell myself time and time again that perhaps this one is different. Perhaps you are more. So I take another drink and for the next few hours I am yours.
Night turns to day and I awake.. silently making my way out the door. As I walk to my car I can't help but smile. I know, all too well, that you are not different...
Now it's funny, almost a game. I won't be disappointed when the phone call doesn't come - I've already anticipated the outcome.
I'm sure I will see you out again. We will exchange the 'do I know you?" look and I'll simply nod. Another notch, another conquest... what do you call them now?
It may be better this way. There is no wasted time, no one to hurt. Years won't be wasted in realizing we are not right for each other.
That is better, isn't it?
There is much I'd like to say. But I bite my tongue.ReplyDelete
maddness is doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result. At lesat that's what i tell myself when i turn on IM and look thru my old lists. Keep your chin upReplyDelete