Thoughts

She thought about him 

all the time. 

What he is like now. 

What he was like back then. 

And what her life would have been like if she stayed. 

She thought they had met at the wrong time in life. 

But She knew that he was just a temporary escape. 

They were that, and just that, for each other. 

Their story wasn't a love story. 

Then or now. 

..Or ever. 

He was an escape. 

That was it. 

That sort of, once the sun comes up, she tiptoes out the door and just holds on to that exhilarating feeling of the moment until next time. 

There were years in between all the next times. 

Which was fine. 

Which was perfect. 

This wasn't a "finally one day they realized this was it and lived happily ever after" type thing. 

She had believed there was never that type of thing out there for anyone. 

And she hated anyone who believed different. 

Well, maybe not hated, but she definitely felt sorry for them.  

He wasn't her answer. 

She didn't know what her answer was.

 Maybe there isn't one.