My life has always been full of making decisions that I knew were good for me. You were the one thing I chose purely because I wanted to. But still, I couldn’t jump in with both feet.
Why? The idea that I wanted something for no practical, tangible reason scared the daylights out of me.
Why else? You were a wild card. Forever unreadable. Your actions and intentions didn’t always reconcile. I could never tell what was going on with you; what you really thought, how you really felt. You have a talent for acting and I knew it. So I was careful not to let myself fall.
I’ve accepted that I’ll never be able to 100% extract you from my life. I’ll cut most of you out to make space for someone else. But little pieces of you will inevitably be left somewhere in the crevices of my heart or my mind.
I think you were my kryptonite. Now you're Chapter 1, the beginning of the story.
Maybe one day… Maybe not.
