Now, a Love Story

It started when I was sixteen.

I know you felt it too, that pull and connection that both divided us and brought us together. Perhaps it was the physical tension versus the universe.

We knew of each other.

There was never a proper conversation had.

Most times we were mad at each other.

Enemies seemed to pull us closer, and mutual friends apart.

Our bickering during high school was such a crafted art.

Going back and forth and swaying through the emotions like it was Noah's Ark.

I remember the day I fell for you vividly.

You were on the phone with the not-so-obvious contention of my affections.

She was using you and I was just trying to help.

I grabbed the phone and I hung up on her.

Gosh, you were so mad at me but I couldn't make you see the man you were to me.

Not at the time.

Because you weren't mine.

And god were you so mad at me.

I hugged you then, maybe I forced it.

You were so rigid and I didn't think you'd take it,

but as soon as I began to pull away your body began to cave in.

At that moment, there was an undeniable connection.

I knew you felt it, as your arms wrapped around me and you placed your head upon mine.

And as my boyfriend, at the time, came around the corner and got weird,

Which was odd because he wasn't the jealous type.

I never forgot that day, not until we reconnected a few years later,

And I realized we could be something much greater.

Now we have a beautiful baby boy, we both adore,

And I couldn't ask for more.

We spent over two years of pure bliss together,

And that's something I will never regret.

Or forget.

Maybe we didn't work out in the end, but those memories remain,

All the same.

They stick in my mind like a picture frame.

You will forever be the love of my life.