the best relationship i'd ever forced myself to have was with a boy i'd known for years, but never really knew. i couldn't tell you how it worked for as long as it did, but it was as close to perfect as i've ever gotten. the flaw was that we loved, we just weren't in love. in the end, he grew tired and i grew bored. we grew apart, that was really it. it wasn't messy or painful, one day it was just over and we both knew it. we both accepted it.
but i digress, the point of this was to help you understand..
the relationship itself was nothing special. it wasn't like we confided in one another or shared our lives, we just shared this spark. this incredible, unexplainable flame. the reason for its perfection was found in the way he looked at me. the way that his eyes would take all of me in and willingly hold onto it. it made me more passionate; wilder. i could actually see myself for the beautiful person i was.
that is why the relationship was perfect because i walked away from it pieced together. i walked away, head held high and confident. as did he.
i just needed the sun to help me bloom.
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