You’re always there. Every other woman is you; every romantic female character is you; every desire, still you. The void that you left remains unfilled. The longing is still there; to touch you, hold you, kiss you.
But I never will. Even though you still call me. Even though you’re still intrigued by my life. Even though the attraction is still there and keeps you coming back. I will never take you in my arms again.
I couldn’t risk that. And besides, I know you now. I can’t look into your eyes knowing what I know. I was a fool who ignored the truth of you.
But still, it’s always you.
