She's more than just a pretty face...
Once again, I was able to link up with Bryn for another crazy collaboration. This time, she was kind enough to provide some words to accompany this set.
I think it was when you first introduced yourself.
Or maybe the first time you smiled at me.
Or the time you pronounced my name wrong and then apologized and told me you would never forget my name.
Or maybe it was the first time you held my hand and intertwined your fingers in with mine gripping firmly...
Or maybe it was the day you pulled me close and I felt your breathe shake as you brought your lips to mine and for a minute I couldn't tell where you started and where I ended.
Or maybe it was the day you introduced me to your friends and they all said, "we've heard so much about you".
Or maybe it was the when we took that road trip together, stopping to enjoy little secrets of life and embracing all the wonderful people we met along the way.
Or maybe it was how you always stole my t-shirts to sleep in and how I would wear them for days after because they smelled like you.
Or maybe it was how I would wake up to find you watching me sleeping, and a small smile would form on your face as you told me how peacefully happy I looked.
Or maybe it was the time you got mad at me, really got mad at me, and you screamed angry lies at me because you didn't know how the right words to say to me.
Or maybe it was when you made me question who I was as a person and who I was a lover and who I was as a friend and a son and a daughter and a sister and a brother.
Or maybe it was when I was pleading with you to connect with me but you decided that silence was a form of hurt you wished to enforce upon me...
Or maybe it was when we started sleeping in separate beds.
Or when you started messaging other girls or calling other guys at hours we both knew were full of trouble.
Or maybe it was when you said sorry for the first time, or the tenth time, or what felt like the fiftieth time. Or the last time.
Or maybe, maybe, it was when I/you finally got the courage to walk away because we both knew/didn't know that this was breaking each of us apart...
Or maybe it was six months later, when you saw me with that guy at a concert or when I saw you with that girl at our favorite restaurant.
Or maybe it was a year later when we just happened to run into one another unexpectedly, and we were able to smile, and genuinely say, I'm happy to hear you are doing so well.
I'm really not sure the exact moment or time or day when I realized I loved you/no longer loved you, but I hope you know, it's a feeling I hope I feel again for you/never feel again for you.