He was perfect, perhaps only to me, but I fell for him. And I couldn’t stop. When I think about him now, a mere 12 months after we’ve parted, I try to brush it off as puppy love, unreal, but inside I know that he was perfect for me. We had a depth and concord unmatched with any other person, and we told each other that there was nothing that could pull us apart, perhaps because we were just two lonely people looking for warmth or love or something to lean on in our solitude.
Told Him I'd Be Fine
August 11, 2010