Remember That Night

I shouldn’t have texted you to meet me that day. But like I said I didn’t trust myself around you. I told you I didn’t want to be who I was that night. But the real truth is that I didn’t know who I was anymore until that night. Why did you have to be the one to show me?

I know it’s wrong. I know it can never be. We’re at two completely different points in our lives. I’ve got baggage; more than anyone you probably know.

But do you know how hard it is to push whatever this feeling is aside? Is this what lust is? I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before.

You made me do a lot of things I have never done before. Can you have mind blowing sex and not have chemistry with the other person? Are you really just that good in bed?

Seeing you in person is just ridiculous now. I wish I had a better word. My mind races over every glance you make and I wonder like Liz Phair why can’t I breathe whenever I think about you?

Wake me up when I can remember what I’m supposed to really feel.