When I fell in love with you I expected a lot of things, you know, happiness, joy and all things you come to expect from love. The things we learn from movies and books, sorrow, heartbreak and all, included. Not that I prepared myself for any of those of course.
What I didn't expect was how difficult it would be to love beyond the scope of you. How hard it would be to fall in love with someone else. Not that it’s impossible, just that it’s hard. I never really expected to fall in love with someone so much that it changes the very fabric of what I conceived love to be. It’s just way too difficult to love someone that isn’t you. And you can do all you want, all you can for my betterment to push me away. But the fact is I just can’t stop loving you. You can push me away, you can ignore me, you can hate me, you can forget I ever existed, you can tell me it was all a lie, you can move on. But I just can’t stop loving you, that glint in your eyes, the one that’s so difficult to see in any other set of eyes says that somewhere deep inside you love me too. But even that makes it even harder to love another, it never seems to get any easier.
There’s just no escaping it, I can be away from you months on end, with no contact whatsoever, however it never ceases to get more and more difficult to love someone else. To want their lips more than I want yours, to crave their touch as much as I do yours. To hear their voice when it isn’t and will never be as soothing as yours. I never expected to fall so hard. I never thought it would be so difficult to love again. It gets harder and harder to love, like it gets harder and harder to breathe without you.
