Safe Love

God, I wish we were strangers. I wish I had never paused when I saw you on that street corner, offering you the umbrella that wasn’t big enough to keep us both dry.

Mama always said I loved a little bit to much.

Maybe she was right.

I gave you my heart in those first moments, looking into your caramel eyes.

And the worst part?

To you we never stopped being strangers.

The light changed.

You crossed the street, and I stayed there, shaking.

Trying my best not to fall apart.

Perhaps your impermenance is what makes me think of you at night.

It's better that way,

to long for what could have been...

not what might be.

Love is safer that way.