Slowly you're saying some kind of sorry but it's sounding more like you're letting me know. I'm not afraid to be the one to leave and then letting you go. Why give some kind of story when you know it's only going to be nothing at all. Give it over little lover you know I'll be another to call.

I wasn't expecting to see you again considering we just had a night of drinks and partying. I thought that was it but you joined us anyway and had another night of fun. You showed us what the locals knew as the scene to be in the city and it was awesome. For 2 nights in a row we were all smashed and needed a day of recovery. It was that epic. 

It still surprises me how I got your attention despite having other girls on the trip. Not that it mattered but to me it meant that despite what I thought of myself, you see it otherwise.

It was a fun night wasn't it? The boys were playing the game I could never understand and you reached out if I'd like to be a part of it. I figured that was a good move and how men nowadays should do that more often. After a couple more drinks, the night has come to an end and we stayed up till 3am with late night swims and long walks by the beach. No one even notices it and perhaps that was a good thing. You were my secret summer fling.

Why do we always go back to this conversation? Haven't I embarrass myself enough? It's clear to me and you don't have to constantly say things I don't want to hear. I'm not upset okay. I'm not. It's just that I question myself now more than anything else and I blame you for it. You proved me right all along.

My heart is happy, at least for now. I learn that sometimes you need to put faith in people. That they may not love or care the way you want them to but that doesn't mean they don't. They just do it their way and you have to trust that.