Man, I don’t even know where to start with this girl. We been doing this dance since we were seventeen, eighteen years old - back when everything felt like the first time, you know? On again, off again, round and round like we stuck on some merry go round that won’t let us off.
The thing is, when we are together - it was fireworks like no other. Like we disappeared from the world wrapped in the sheets all over each other, creating something beautiful that I can’t even put into words. Those moments felt like pure magic, like we were meant to find each other over and over again.
But then she’d switch up. Just like that. One day it’s all yours, the next day I’m invisible. Walking right past me like we never shared those steamy late nights talking about everything and nothing. Like we never some the best intimate moments. Like I’m just another “it’s yours”name you knew.
That’s the part that gets me. How you gonna act like what you told me was mine when me and you both know it’s not? How you gonna pretend you didn’t switch up when you did? I know she be having flashbacks cause I have them too.
So when my phone dinged last Tuesday night and I saw her name, it was a text saying: “Can you come over?” Just four words, but they carried the weight of all our history. I should’ve said no. Should’ve protected myself from another round of this game we play.
But I went. Of course. Because despite all the frustration, all the times she left me wondering what I did wrong, there’s something between us that neither of us can deny. Something that pulls us back like gravity.
And when I got there, at first it didn’t seem like the old days. Then all of the pretending stopped, and we found our way back to that magic “It yours” again. That connection that makes everything else fade away.
Now I’m sitting here wondering if this was the start of something. Because I know how this goes - like tonight never happened.
Maybe it’s accepting that some connections are too powerful to make sense of, too real to walk away from, even when you know the outcome.