I am swimming in dangerous waters.
Last night, I slipped.
Red wine steering me into a territory I dared not enter.
I confessed a dark secret to him, my friend of years and years.
He held me as I cried my heart out.
We rubbed our bodies a little to closely and touched one another for the first time.
I refuse to go down this path, again, especially with him.
Like a brother.
I couldn’t do it.
Too much history.
Too many people involved.
Ex’s. Best friends. Families.
I am no saint.
Neither is he.
I dare not go into the unknown.
My heart was taken from me a long time ago and I haven’t gotten it back in whole from the man I adore.
Dedicated to my lost friend who let our bodies speak rather than our hearts.