In The Past…
It was your name that I heard throughout the years, good and bad things. Couldn’t put a face to your name but was always wondering “who is this guy?”
Red Hot Motorcycle Guy, some random guy that I would check out during the early college years. Probably the last time I even said “damn that guy is fine!” I mean, who even uses the word “fine” anymore?
Such a coincidence that the night I decided to be bold…I ended up meeting you.
You were so charming and yet I couldn’t help but to think back all those good and bad talks about you.
I had to keep my guard up.
Surely enough…the protective wall I built was slowly broken down by you. You always found a way to stay connected in my life and I vice versa.
The Present…
Eight years into this and while we are aging, we still have not grown within each other. Why can’t we just leave each other alone? It seems there’s some kind of hold but we still can’t define what that hold is. Eight years and we still don’t know each other…what is this? Is it really that simple…we are what we started as?
I finally told you how I felt about our situation and you’re still around…most guys would just ignore it and move on. Why are you still here? Why aren’t you scared of my feelings? I’m giving you a fair warning that I am breaking the “rules” but you still don’t mind. I’m confused…
The Future…
Your answers to my questions are indirect; but I’m still riding it out. You are seriously a bad habit that I definitely need to shake off. Yet, you have been the only one that has matched my list to a “T.” I guess you’ll be the only one I would actually wear my heart on my sleeve. You are my “Mr. Big” and thanks to Sex & the City, maybe we’ll have that happy ending when we are in our 40s! Or maybe, just like He’s Just Not That into You, we might be the “exception.”
