A Distraction

When we met, you said you didn’t want to be a distraction to me. But, I think the opposite is true.

Maybe all the other stuff I’m doing is just distracting me from what I’m supposed to do here.

Maybe I’m here to find love and friendship.

Maybe I’m here to find the person that is supposed to show me that it’s okay to trust and its okay to be vulnerable.

Honestly, I’ve never just liked someone so completely and so unconditionally before I met you.

I’m so good at picking things apart and finding problems in everything  and everyone. But the things that I thought I didn’t like, I like about you.

Like our first kiss.

We spent the whole night avoiding it. But the tension built. I sat on the counter as you stood in front of me, our lips barely grazing. And then we kissed, like it’s the one thing we were both waiting for.

It felt right in all the right ways. I wanted more. I wanted to be more. But when you asked if we could be together, I said no.

And I know it was the right thing to say because eventually you would’ve lost interest in me or found out how broken I really am. But a part of me wishes that we were together. If only for a little while.

If only to have a million of those kisses again. If only to have you wrap your arms around me again. If only to know what it’s like to be with someone as special as you.

If only to show you that you deserve to love and be loved, too. ❤

If only to have the privilege of getting my heart broken by you.

If only as a distraction.