#sidepiecechronicles

I made the mistake of falling in love. Not so much of the act of it all. More so the person for whom I caught these feelings. In any case, I fucked up.

See, I thought it was perfect. He was going through, I was too. I’d just gotten out of my relationship. And he was well on his way.

Well, that’s what I thought. I accepted second place because he was who I wanted. Someone who had eluded me for so long. I just couldn’t pass up this golden opportunity.

It started with us just catching up. Then came us feeling each other out. Leading to the kissing and rubbing and licking and sucking. Ending with an abrupt stop in communication.

Weeks went by and the crazy kicked in. Dreams of slashed tires and cracked windshields. Broken jaws, cut skin and baseball bats. Oh, the delightful joy of vengeful acts.

Then came the alcohol induced tears. And the drunken texts and calls. I ended up in your driveway that night. And I spilled my guts while I told it all.

Now we’re here in this moment. And I find myself in a pickle. Because no matter what I do. You just can’t feel like I feel for you.