Note - this doesn't relate to my current relationship, but to a past experience.
I let out a big sigh, you laughed.
"What's the hurt in that?" you said. "It will be our little thing"
I knew we shouldn't have, that I shouldn't have. That it was wrong.
But your smile, the way you looked at me, and my own weakness spelled that doom.
You said there was a possible career occasion, but we both knew it was a lie, a justification for our behavior.
Do you remember how it had started? I had dried your tears of regret, for the things you had confessed to me. Things that were devouring you from the inside.
But now you weren't crying anymore, but smiling and laughing lightheartedly.
And you leaned in. You took my hand, put it on your chest. I had the strenght to pull it away the first time, but not a second time.
You moved your hips, arched your back. Our lips met.
It was wrong, we tried to justify ourselves, but we couldn't.
We had pledged ourselves to other people, and what we shared wasn't warm love, but mere lust.
I got overwhelmed by the passion, but it didn't last.
It had to end and I had to confess that sin, and I did.
We just talked about it over the phone, remember? I could hear you shrug, smile and say "Congratulations, thank you for everything and goodbye".
Now it's time for me to be a man and move on. I am lucky on many aspects, but for me it's time to repent and make due.
I don't and can't see or tell you what you'll do, if you'll do like me or walk your own path.
All I can tell you is
thank you for everything and goodbye
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