A Broke Clock Is Right Twice A Day
I miss...”us”. If there was ever an “us”. I don’t think we ever officially put a name on it, but we both knew. Or maybe, foolishly, only I knew, and got wrapped up in you. Oh, that being wrapped up in you. What I wouldn’t give to have that back again.
You have this thing about you. The way you’ve always carried yourself, the stupid smirk you have. But that smile, the genuine one, that I know is rare, and few people have really ever seen. How I have that smile engraved into my memory, how I’ve seen it with me, how I hold it dear.
You have an instant calm about you, my love. As soon as you entered a room, I knew 100% I was okay, more importantly that I was SAFE. You didn’t ever have to say it, but I knew you’d protect me and hurt anyone who even had a fleeting thought of doing me harm.
I can’t pinpoint when I fell in love with you, but I know I wasn’t supposed to. I know there was rules to “us” and I know I broke them the instant I handed you the tools to break down this wall. I started to crave you, and not even physically. Just YOU. You knew this, you fed the cravings. I fed yours, maybe that was your way of saying “I love you too.”
The “I can’t stand you” texts, the good morning messages,the long deep conversations in the car, the simple things...except timing. Timing is a bitch. But, hey, a broke clock is right twice a day still...
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