Over a bottle of wine on a Monday night. We talked of foreign cities and dancing till dawn. You showed me pictures of your recent travels and I told you of my classes, and all the new information.
I tried to tell you of the ways my heart tends to wander. I don't love you anymore, but I hold you very dear in my heart.
A common friend, new to the group, the group formed as I stood on the sidelines hoping to be called over, this friend who stole my heart. He used words to barter for my emotions. But his actions were all pointing down a dead end street. You liked him, but didn't want his heart, carnal was on your plate only.
He and you. He and you. You didn't do anything. You two are still strangers. But I see the ground work being laid for the future. I'm not stupid and I can read certain signs. I know when you two run off on your drug-induced cruise, I know when you two are no longer bound by the ropes I've tied around you, I haven't tied nor ever wanted you to feel bound, but you two have unspoken emotions, emotions that stop before the world of emotion. Physical.
I might be jealous, I might be insecure.
I guess the dice have been thrown, though it's hurting me. Now it's history.
The winner takes it all, the loser standing small.
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