Don't you ever put your happiness into someone else's hands, they said. They'll drop it. They'll drop it every time. I knew you'd be no different but I took the chance, anyways. Ain't nothing wrong with a little fun, even if it breaks a heart or two. We never spoke about what was going on between us, but there was a magnetic spark in the air every time we were about to touch. I never doubted it, I felt it in my bones. Skinny love, they call it. Two people who know exactly what they want but are just too damn proud to say it.
There's something about the chase. Even with his arms around mine, we never really had each other. It's a mutual check-in and check-out as you please. It keeps you on your toes, on your seat, never really feeling like you'll ever have to settle. For a gypsy like me, that was the drive behind it all. For the first time in my life, I never got bored.
It's a bad religion, to be in love with someone who could never love you. Sometimes I catch myself staying up late, thinking about what we could have been. And you know what they always say. If you're awake at 4 AM, you're either in love or lonely. I don't know which one is worse.