Impromptu
And then that stupid realization struck…
I loved him.
I cared.
Despite all the “I know what I’m doing”, “Too sensible” and “Mature enough to handle this”
How could I have been this stupid?
How am I supposed to live afterwards, knowing he has a piece of my heart in his hand?
When did it happen?
The first time I saw him ?
First kiss?
First sex ?
Last time we had sex ?
The last time we kissed ?
Or the look in his eyes the last time we were together?
How could I?
How could I?
How could I not have known this would happen?
How could I let myself get to this stage?
Oh, blimer!
What am I supposed to do ?
I’m not supposed to get attached.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way.
Unplanned.
Unprotected.
Irresistible.
Like our first sex.