…You didn’t see me the way I saw you across the room.
That first time I looked into your eyes.
That moment I placed my hand to the back of your head ran my hand down your back, put my arms around you…
…and kissed. That first kiss.
When I got to hold you for that first time, yes it could have been just a one night stand
or some cheap quick sex encounter in your hotel room,
but you said “I don’t it has to be meaningful,
it has to be right, it has to be love.” I respected that in you.
But who knew that was all an act, a lie. Turns out you would do any body on the second or third date.
I didn’t see that, Who knew.