Rules Are Rules.

To be fair, he laid the ground rules from the start: no falling in love.

I understood the assignment. 

I was certain I wouldn’t cross that line. 

Besides, I had convinced myself that someone as broken as I was lacked the capacity for love anyway. 

So, I agreed, and we became a part of each other’s daily lives.

I can’t speak for him, but I grew to love being part of his world. 

I had always carried a quiet hunger to love and care for someone, and finding that outlet in him brought me a peace I hadn’t expected. 

What I failed to realize, however, was that while I was finding a home in him, he was still just following the rules.