Kiss me with your love, infect me with your poison.

Seeing her gave me joy and happiness. Everything seemed normal, like nothing had changed, but it had. Everything was different.

Kissing her was like going home. Between emotions, our lips touched. That was not supposed to happen, but it did.

Now I find myself here thinking about what happened and why did it happen. I am so confused. Did I really made a wise choice by leaving her? Is she my home? Questions, questions.. but I can’t be with her right now, or anyone, I believe.

I think that everything that happened had to happen, because everything happens for a reason, and maybe that wasn’t our time. Maybe it’s now, maybe it’ll be tomorrow, maybe it’ll be in a year or two, maybe never. I don’t know and I want to know, but honestly.. there’s nothing I can do, but to sit and let life decide whatever it is I really need.