I get the rules. What I don’t get is the intent.
Why encourage me to weave myself into your life?
Why spend a year feeding me a fantasy,knowing all along you’d eventually walk away?
Perhaps I’m the naive one.
In fact, I must be.
I sat there, convinced I was your “Mrs. Jones” , humming along to a song whose lyrics I didn’t actually understand until now.
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.
Millypede 