Stuck On Loving You

So this is it – it’s the life we chose and that’s the way it has to remain. Too many things went wrong: hearts were broken and mended, just to be broken all over again. Drifting was just part of the problem, but running away from it was the worst part and for that, I was the only one to blame each and every time that it happened. Alex was everything that I wanted, but he was nothing that I could keep a grasp on. He was his own person, and I was mine. We couldn’t pull each other away from our little worlds long enough to make anything last for an expanded period of time.
From here, our re-meeting, I don’t know where to go. It could be better than the many other times we were together, or it could be the worst. It could be butterflies in our stomachs or it could be vases thrown across the room out of pure anger and frustration of the other person.

Either way, it was going to be a thrill for both of us. Neither of us knew how to stay away from something that was inevitably bad for ourselves.