Was I wrong?
That sparkle in his eyes.
That stupid boyish charm..
That ridiculous smile.
Even his touch was as a feather landing from a gentle breeze on a bed of warm soft soil of the earth in the peak of morning.
I like him.
I miss that cologne he wore so well.
Uuummmm and if he kisses me there I melt.
But in fact it was all a show.
A pretentious act.
A sport to pass the dreary time we shared together.
For a man can return to his ex. And there be zero feelings in that heart chamber for her.
Oh but there was none to boot.