End of Intimacy

Watching her go was probably the hardest part. It was a point when we both knew what we are and what we loved. But the need to run to her and say I’ll do better, beg to her to stay…. That it’ll be the same, as it once was.

That moment will never come back. We know each other, and that is the curse. The magic of our first moments will never be mirrored in the same light. I know we will never be the same. Then why do I want to cry for something I know will never be. I want to stay with her, yet I want to be without her.

This awful dilemma, a feud between my past and present.

I want to stay with my past, yet I want to live my future….

And I am the present.