the boy

I met a boy. We were both scared of falling in love again but he was stronger than I was. He faced love with his whole being. He trusted in himself and me, I suppose, to conquer love. But with love comes truth and pain and broken hearts.

We lost to love.

And I lost a sweet boy with the most soothing voice (is it appropriate to call it angelic?), the most gentle touch, the most comforting warmth. I lost a boy who gave me more happiness in mere weeks than I had found in the last year. He poured his heart, mind, body, and soul out for me and I kept him chasing thin air.

I think perhaps, with some time, I could've come to love him. I know I wanted to. //

You know who you are and I know this isn't the whole story. I just wish our timing was better. Maybe in another dimension, we're happy, carefree, and in love. But that world isn't the one we're living in. It's shitty and I'm sorry. I wish I could've been better for you...