He whispers to me.
Leave me alone...
He runs his hands through my hair as he stares into my eyes.
Stop touching me. Stop looking at me that way.
I feel his lips upon mine and my eyes flutter shut.
Stop toying with me. We both know you don't mean it.
His body pressed unnaturally close to me and I feel the heat.
A still broken heart trying to fly...trying to fight.
I feel his hand brushing away tears of the past.
No. Don't do this to me. Don't make me believe...
"Please, darling, don't make me pay for their mistakes."
Just stop. Don't say the right thing at the right time.
He tells me he doesn't care how long he has to wait for me.
Forever! I'll never succumb to love again.
He says he needs me. He tells me he wants me in his life.
I don't want to believe. I can't let myself believe...
He told me I was made just for him.
I wasn't made for anyone
He says he can't believe he was lucky enough to find me.
Such pretty words...
I hear him whisper, "Let me love you."
...and I do...