Time with you, has never been more phenomenal.
It started out innocently, as strangers. Awkward as fuck because we don’t talk. We didn’t text either. It was random, out of nowhere and without reason.
However it felt strangly comfortable. Like I should share everything with you. I opened up. I didn’t know why, but I liked it nevertheless. It was still innocent.
Time flowed on, messages and meet ups continued. The comfort level grew. Feelings grew.
But like beansprouts, it grew without light. It grew for a short while. And then it died.