Holeheart

Romance

September 28th, 2021

I think if I could see you in the drivers seat one more time, I wouldn't know what to do with my hands. They used to fray the strings of my jeans, pick bloody patches into my arms, or almost feel brave enough to reach out for you. But there was never a moment when my heart was still. The side glances to make sure you were looking at the road, the insufferable desire to have your hand on my leg, the silence when you'd ask me a simple question I was thinking too hard about. You gave me too much to remember about being around you. Now I look for it in others. But they are not like you-in your own horrible way, you are one of a kind. And I know that I was the same. You'd never met someone like me before. Someone who was willing to look past what they had seen, and forget everything they had been told. You'd never met someone so naive. You'd never met someone so romantic. You'd never met someone like me. To say I'll never meet someone like you again would be too kind of me. A swift humbling would bring you down to size, because you're not unequaled. Every other man I see is just like you. To say you'll never meet someone like me again would be a fair statement. You'll never know the woman you gave up. You'll never know the love she still had left to give you. You'll never know the romance of her. And it's better that way. You can waste someone else's romance until you can learn to nurture your own.

R.K.