What I Once Called Love: The Drafts

Maybe

I remember the southern charmer with a smile that could make all the girls swoon. I remember the late-night conversations in an abandoned parking lot. I remember you doing everything to make sure I was going to be happy, even if it meant you weren't.

But I also remember the secrets and lies.

I remember hearing of the people who had no problem doing anything you asked of them, even if it meant you'd ignore them afterwards. I remember the cheerleader you dated only to prove your independence from those who knew you best. I remember a friend describing a rendezvous she had with you, despite your taken relationship status. Most importantly I remember you dismissing me when I needed you the most, giving me more reason to pack my bags for a new start.

I decided then to leave you as a part of my past, never actually working up the nerve to say goodbye to you. That was supposed to be the end of our story... but of course, no ending of ours could be that simple.

Our paths have found a way to cross again. Our connection is still as strong as before, but we aren't the same people anymore.

We've faced some tough decisions over the last year or so, not to excuse the lack of communication; we both failed there. In that same regard, you and I are no longer wearing the masks of survival in order to please the people around us. Honestly, it's been a breath of fresh air for both of us.

Now, we've become aware of each other like we had once before. You are no longer the guy in need of trophy wife, and I am no longer the challenge to be conquered. Our story's trope disintegrated with our growth, but still the curiosity lingers in our minds.

So... if the thought of an "us" haunts you in the middle of the night... if I still matter to you more than what you convinced yourself to settle for... if we are a risk you think is worth taking...

You know where to find me.