The difficult in loving

It wasn't that he was easy to love, it was that it was hard. He was the kind of person that lightened up the sky with one word. The guy that sat at the head of the table and wouldn't talk but everyone would look at him. He was the man that made me want to be more than a galaxy, that talked in dead languages and knew his shit. 

He could make me second-guess and let me wondering about everything.

He left me alone to let me know myself and he didn't ask about the sad eyes. He wanted to make me part of the world and to live on it, he was burning the love I had left and I had made my peace with it.

And the worst was that he didn't know. He didn't notice the lingering looks and the need to avoid the hugs that would melt me. I made him blind to the raw want I had for him. And I left him wondering if I loved him or hated him and I left myself with dreams of him.

T.A.