him. my old him.

i wasn't supposed have an interest in you, but i did. i wasn't supposed to open up to you, but i did. i wasn't supposed to start talking to you, but i did. we weren't supposed to connect on that level, but we did. we weren't supposed to have those secret meetings, but we did. i wasn't supposed to like you so much, but i did. we weren't supposed to lust over each other from across the room, but we did. i wasn't supposed to fall in love with you, but i did. i was supposed to be patient and respect your lack of emotional expression, but for some reason i couldn't. i wasn't supposed to end things with you, but i had to. i wasn't supposed to cry, but i did, a lot, for weeks. i'm not supposed to miss you or want to talk to you, but i do.