I didn’t mean to fall in love with you. I know it couldn’t have been helped, and I think you know that too. You know, and God knows, how many times, right from the very start that I tried to stop myself from loving you. I tried to close my heart off, tried to put up boundaries or close the door so I wouldn’t fall for you. But there was NO stopping it. You had me at hello, as stupid and unfair as that is. The way you spoke, the intentionality behind your words, your playfulness and verbosity. Now I need to learn to see life in color again. Why did this happen? There has to be some meaning, because I was not looking for someone to love. I wasn’t looking for my kryptonite to shoot in like a meteor and deface my earth, leaving a giant, ugly hole that can’t be filled. Sometimes I’m able to get you off my mind. Sometimes. But you’re still my first thought in the morning, and last thought at night, and most moments in between. How is that possible? Someone give me amnesia, please. Take me back to months ago. I’d rather not know what I’m missing out on. I don’t want to feel this anymore.