Uncommitted Crush

Golden curls, and blue eyes that resemble the contrast of the Côte d’Azur... I find myself quoting Scott F. Fitzgerald: “I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.”

What just took place... I don’t know. But it is away—far away—that I need to go and be. For I know who I am, and I know who she is. This is the way it needs to be. I did not want to inevitably break her heart, as I too would fall apart.

The attraction has lingered on for a year now, piercing through my heart with a handful of spears. A couple of lonesome tears stream down each of my cheekbones, aimlessly dwelling on what could have been— the beautiful places we could have explored and seen, the countless nights we could have had, locked in each other’s embrace, happy and glad.