January 2019

When we first started doing this thing you told me that life isn't about love.

You said " Look at me? I have a girlfriend, two years we have been together, and what do I fell towards her? Almost nothing. I would't be here if I felt something."

And I did. I looked at you, the real you. The cheater, the heartbreaker. And all I could see was realness, beauty.

And then you asked me why was I doing this whit you. Why?

I didn't know. But you did.

" Stop trying to be so perfect and good all the time. You don't have to be. Look at me, I'm bad, yet you hang out with me, sleep with me."

Then you looked me deep into the eyes, and in that moment you discovered a part of me that wasn't known before.

"Just let go. You're enough. You don't have to be good to be enough, just trust me."

And with that I fell right into your bed. But now, almost six years later, I can't but wonder. Why did you try so hard to make me bad? Why could't you leave me good?

And If I was enough then, why am I not now?