I’ve been in love before.
She invaded my dreams. She monopolized my thoughts. I’d talk to her for hours every day. I’d smile whenever I saw anything that reminded me of her. I’d laugh about something she said days after she said it.
I wanted to spend every moment with her. I wanted to share my life with her. There were no secrets.
I saw her face when I closed my eyes, I felt her touch after she was gone, I smelled her hair on the breeze, I heard her voice in the silence.
She was everything to me.
I just wasn’t all that interested in sleeping with her.