(Alex, this is for you.)

'it can't be this easy.' I thought

His arms held me, intertwined; curved into a tree like a inadequate math problem was

A+T=3

and I knew that when he asked me I would say yes. Maybe.

And I let him

because I needed to feel wanted (Not because I loved hm.

Should've told him-

I hate myself)

'I love you.' he said- no reason he had to say it.

No reason every story and

song and movie had to

says he should-

I kissed him, wondering when he'd gotten so naive. The kiss didn't burn.

It felt like something I'd do to take my mind of something- which it was-

it wasn't what I wanted

but it was close;

and I could've burned the memories for him – only for him