We could be the best lovers in the world. Not sexually, but romantically. I would declare fantasy, and you would make it happen. Bring me down a star, or the moon. Give me faith, or reason to believe, in the smiles we wake up with every morning together. Life never felt so different and reluctantly beautiful until I met you.
You’ve chosen different. You’ve chosen someone just like you. Insecure. I know where you want me in your life, and I can’t accept that. I am no one’s half-time lover.