I wrote you off from the beginning as trouble.
I wrote you off as something I should never begin to know.
I wrote you off again after I let you in.
And now I can’t even begin to write a single word. It wasn’t supposed to go this way. I wasn’t ever supposed to get to know you. I knew from the beginning that it wouldn’t go anywhere, but it did. I was wrong.
It started with fear and nerves. I didn’t know where it was going and I never wanted it to start. But I had a compassionate heart and I couldn’t help but give into what you were. As I shared it with you, you let me right in. And from there I was lost.
Lost in the idea that I was somewhere I shouldn’t be, but it just worked. You understood me. You taught me to see things differently. You still understand me. With you I can just be. I love to hate it.
I hate that you know my highs and lows. I hate that you know just what to say. I hate that you have perfect timing. I hate that you will do all the little things to make me happy, keep me warm, and let me snuggle up.
I hate that I just now truly know you love to hate it too after all this time. I hate that you care just as much as I do and always have, because I wrote you off a long time ago. I thought I was just another one along the way. But I am not and neither are you.
But it will never be that simple. I will always love to hate it and so now I am doing my best to walk away. But this time writing anything off is the hardest sentence I’ve ever tried to start.
Love Defies 