When you passed through my doors once more, I held out my hand and made a wonderful promise to tackle the trails of your sorrows and put the sore thoughts of your doubtful mind to rest.
I promised you that I would be your rose. That I would make a beautiful and lovely friend, wildly growing up and entangling myself into you once again. I promised an open face with the deepest reds I bleed, so that you can see the worst of me and, if you so kindly chose to stay, you could whisper your deepest thoughts into the empty spaces within me.
But it seems as though I had forgotten to mention that thorns can hurt, and flower petals don’t tell love stories. Or that when roses climb a wall, they twist one way to split another, overwhelmingly attached to their foundation that they eventually start to suffocate.
A mixture of courage and naïveté that had kept you lit like a candle still burns me like I’ve been set ablaze. I let you waltz back into my life after years of silence. You glowed ever so brightly, just as the gorgeous person I had once known. You were different, though. You came at me with greater depths, asking me to swim in your ocean. I did, and I took an irrevocable plunge that brought us closer than ever before.
Maybe I was foolish to not remind you my heart wasn’t for the taking. Maybe I was wrong to call you back tonight and should have waited a day, because when you started an overwhelmingly heartfelt confession of a love I couldn’t reciprocate, I felt my own heart start to ache. I knew I was going to make you hurt in a new way and that everything we had shared was about to change.
My friend, I love you still but if it’s for the better you could walk out through those doors that will forever swing both ways. I’m so sorry, beautiful Aquarian, I do not feel the same.