I wanted to know more about you. I wanted to understand you, learn about who you were, and why.
I barely knew you, I had nothing to go off of. I’d heard stories, been given advice and cautionary warnings, but I wanted to know for myself. I felt the itch, I took the risk, and I dove right into your charming ways.
You were more than I could have ever expected, more than what I had hoped for or even wanted. You were no longer a stranger, but someone I couldn’t go a day without talking to, thinking about; all of the sudden, I missed you.
I didn’t want to become one of the girls you had always spoken of and told me about. That was not going to be, me. As badly as I wanted you, I tried not to give in. I told myself it was a lie, that it meant nothing.
I didn’t want to get hurt, I wasn’t going to let you hurt me.
I wasn’t supposed to feel this way about you,
I shouldn’t love you…
…but I do.
