Write About You

<p><span style=color: rgba(30 25 21 1)>I wasn't made to be in love. I used to think I was but that didn't work out very well. Instead of dwelling on it I turned to the books I write. I made my characters more broody and feisty. I make them work for it.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(30 25 21 1)>It was going swell. Till the day a woman a real-life woman decided she wanted to challenge me even more than I challenged the people in my books. And man oh man does she make me work for it.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(30 25 21 1)>I'll admit the whole thing was my fault a result of the cockiness I held before she came into my life. I was the first to suggest we fake a relationship. Once that worked out well-too well if you ask me-I was hooked. I'd have taken any opportunity to spend more time with her. And I did.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(30 25 21 1)>Even though I knew our time was limited I wish I had processed the ending better ... prepared myself more you know. Then again... what if I let myself be the hero for once? What if I let myself see that it could all work out and that I could have the girl in the end?</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(30 25 21 1)>Maybe just maybe all I needed was for the right woman to come into my life.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(30 25 21 1)>Here's to hoping.</span></p>