Beyond the initial shock of everything that happened inless than 60 seconds lastnight on your couch is the feeling of something I’m so unfamiliar with. It’s been 6 monthes since I could say I remember what that touch felt like. If I knew I would be so safe to say how I felt, maybe things would have been different before. Maybe I wouldn’t have set myself up for defeat in the end and would have just ran to you. But what’s anything without some character building bruises and scars. There is always the things that hurt like hell, the girls that will tear your heart out like it’s nothing and perceed to throw it aside like it was never attached to your body at all. And I seem to get in line each time to see how far I can go before I can completely break. What’s my life if no one’s gonna leave a that special mark I’ll never seem to forget. Then here it goes- they leave and the room spins as I’m just as confused as when they walked in. Enter you. The side role that always stood there as I came running to complain and explain the ways I felt when it seemed I couldn’t deal with the way my heart seemed to break. You could mend me and put me back in the game until I lost once more, until the season was over and I couldn’t take anymore. So here’s the realization, it was you wasn’t it? The reason I’m here with everything intact and feeling like i’m winning again. And with all the cheesiest lamest lines I could think of, it wouldn’t quite prepare you for what i’m trying to tell you. It was the look you gave me that made my stomach disapear, the one where in the movies you know they feel the same about eachother. The moment before the kiss, before everyone is swallowed into that second- whether they want to be or not. And you swallowed me whole lastnight, right then, right when that moment hit and I knew you felt the same.