"We should have never even met."
Dear Oliver James,
Months, days, seconds, and blinks continue to pass by when the sound of a single droplet of salted water shamelessly glides into yet another puddle caused by you.
Why Oliver James?
What has possessed you to cause such pain? Did you know that you were inflicting such damage with your gentle caresses, half smiled smirks, and soft whispers into each other's ears? I just don't understand what went wrong.
Why must I question our wonderful exchanges? Why am I left to wallow in self pity? Why didn't we just face our fears and confront each other with the truth? Was it because you didn't exchange my hearts desires? Did you just choose to wholeheartedly pursue me, then decide that without notice, you were done?
This isn't love, and it is mighty clear to see; as broad as daylight actually. But, I just wish you would've stayed. All I wanted was for us to continue along the road of flirtatious glances and soft delicacy's. Miraculously instead, since I hoped for the best, all I received was an empty bed, used sheets, and the cool shiver of your warm presence marking the end of your existence.
Remember when your warm palm gently curled around the cool of my waist while we swayed to the soft cooing of the vocalist vulnerably sharing his heart on display? If not, possibly the time we both fought over a silly arm rest at a midnight premiere of a film. Remember the deep throated chuckles, and small tin of minted Altoids?
Well I do remember.
I had placed my arm down to rest knowing that your response was seconds away, and when I didn't feel your arm brush against mine; I glanced your direction to meet a waiting pair of eyes and a cheeky warm smile. An as I felt the corners of my mouth turn up into a smile, you shifted so your arm could gently stroke a lock of hair away from my face. It was then when you whispered, "such a gleaming smile."
As your breath was caught in an intake of air, was I rendered speechless. My mind shut off and my chest thundered against the dim lighted room, it was as if my heart was kicked into an overdrive and has yet to stop.
Taking advantage of my disorientation, you began to tickle my plush alabaster skin. And, as we exchanged laughs, we explored eachother's bodies, only enough for the dark to mask our curious hands and heated breaths.
Oliver James, you may have thought that your paused moments of awe and soft, sweet and gentle caresses went unnoticed, but they were recorded and I am glad they are.
Similar to a one night stand. That's what we were. A fling, a sudden switch of the lighter that was silenced by the lack of oxygen.
I may have not been your air, but who is to say you're not mine.
Sincerely,
A World Of Lingering Possibility
