Melson, it’s been four months, and here I am, at 1:25 am on April 30th, thinking back to the time we had. You broke me, and moving on has been an incredibly difficult task. I try to put on my armor of self respect and move on, but sometimes, I break down, and the memories flood back.

 

I can’t get over how you spoke so articulately, in a baby like manner. Maybe I should have believed you when you said it was intentional, that you wanted me to be comfortable. Ah, I can’t believe I fell for it. I remember being really anxious, that at some point, I thought I was beginning to talk too fast, and I didn’t want to fuck things up. 

 

I really thought we had a connection, but maybe it was just me getting too attached. I remember your last words before we left the house the other day, very clearly. And every time it comes to mind, I can’t help but think what a foolish boy I was.

 

It’s 1:33 am now, and I’m still writing. Melson, you did things to my body, things I wanted to experience again. And I swear, if your message comes in right now, I’d forget everything you did, and be at your beck and call. What we had is beyond lust; I know it, and I know I’m in love with you. 

 

The next time thoughts of you come to mind, I’d come back to write about it. But until then, I can’t wish for peace for you. 

 

Written By:

Polaris🖊️