The guy next to me kept giving me looks, he was kinda cute so I didn’t mind but it looked like was on a date, so, all the better he won’t disturb my walk back home from the theatre.
The movie ended, credits and people walked out either hissing or as amused as I was. Just before I got down the stairs leading outside, someone tapped me and said, “Hi. You seem to have enjoyed that movie more that the rest of us.” He asked for my number and I gave it to him. Of course I did, I usually just block you when you are not a pleasant person to talk to.
I’m all about making new friends.
He became one of the best friends i ever had, there when I needed him.
I like you became I love you.
Fast forward into a relationship filled with all kinds of up and downs faced together (I’d like to think) we broke up.
He had an epiphany. He didn’t want to lie anymore.
I was just tired. I didn’t want this anymore.
Remember when love was enough?
I love you was it, when you heard it you know it was real, true. It just meant that you were no longer ‘I’ you are now ‘we’ grown ups, no longer kids. That you found the one, you were done.
That was before ex boyfriends.
Before it mattered that she was a Kataf girl and he was Native American.
Before the little bad habit you thought you could tolerate turned into one of the most annoying thing ever! 😠
Before pretending to like something you didn’t just please him.
Before doing something you weren’t even interested in just to fit in with his idea of a perfect woman.
It was enough before he cheated and said it was because he was a horrible person and he would never do it again. She believed him.
Before your own thoughts strayed to someone else.
It was before long distance revealed our weaknesses.
This was before he gave up on himself and his dreams, just kept existing and not living.
Before you realised you were never going to convert to another religion for them. (Even when they said you didn’t have to.)
This was before he was ready for marriage and kids. Oh the kids.
You weren’t ready either.
I love you was enough before other “I love you’s”.
It was enough before we were hurt so deeply and before we hurt others so selfishly… It was enough before you found out it wasn’t.
P.S: What makes it enough, what makes it the one true love is choice.
Constantly choosing to love.
So, what will you choose?