My mind is swirling. It won’t stay still. All night we danced. You held me.
Then you kissed me. I was so dizzy. It’s a blur. I dreamed of you that night.
I couldn’t stop thinking about you. The smell of the smoke mixed with you controlled me. I was infatuated. I replayed the scene in my head over and over again.
The fire. The singing. I loved it. I loved you.
Nothing had ever meant that much to me. I fell asleep thinking of you. But I knew you weren’t thinking of me.
I had to tell myself that
I had to tell myself that over and over again.
I had to tell myself that you didn’t love me back. I told myself that I had to forget you. Something had changed.
The next morning you were different. You didn’t look at me. You didn’t talk to me.
You regretted the kiss, the dancing. I regretted it too. I just wanted things to go back to the way they were before.
I just wanted you to hold me like you used to. ￼ To look at me the way you once had.
I still think about you sometimes. And I see you everyday. It can’t be like that anymore, I can’t love you. I want you to hold me, to kiss me again.
I still want you to love me. But what I want will never happen. I’m think I’m glad it’s over.
I still want you to love me. But what I want will never happen. I’m think I’m glad it’s over. But I still think about that night.