He made me believe we
had a chance.
We were so good
together.
We clicked, no
awkward silence, no hesitations.
Basketball was his
passion. And I admired him for that.
He played ball,
worked hard and sold shoes.
I studied, sold
pastries and graduated.
Business was in our
minds.
We often talk about
opening up our own businesses.
We stayed up until
the sun rises just talking about anything and everything under the sun.
We enjoyed our little
group and drinking sessions.
We smoked, ate, kissed
as we bid each other goodnight.
We go out at midnight
and lay side by side.
Felt our bodies as we
intertwined.
We sneak out and make
excuses just to be together.
He was the guy who
didn’t change even after being more than friends.
He was the guy I have
been looking for all this time.
He wasn’t perfect. Nor
was I.
Like me, he had a
dark past.
So who was I to judge
him?
I accepted who he was
for what’s important is who he is right now.
We both have gone
through hell in our pasts.
But that’s the thing
about pasts, it prepared us for something better, and that was us.
If we didn’t go
through what we have gone through, we wouldn’t have found each other and
matched.
We weren’t looking
for love. None expected all of this.
We were just two
people, who found each other.
Not two halves that
make a whole, but two wholes, making a bigger whole.
We complimented each
other in a way that makes everything better.
We could have been
perfect for each other.
Together we could’ve
built an empire.
We were a match.
Maybe that’s why we burn out.
We enjoyed each other
until it became complicated.
We were at a point where
we needed to make a conclusion to whether we’ll go further or not.
We were both confused
as to where we stood in each other’s lives.
None would have the
courage to take the relationship further.
We left it at “more
than friends”.
We made each other
believe we had a chance.
That’s where running
became my everything, my excuse, my distraction.
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