He taught me that a guy can talk to me until 3 am without needing more than conversation
That it wasn't just pointless conversation but life debates
He and i didn't always agree
But we could 'agree to disagree'
Instead of keeping a bull-headed front
We could talk freely to each other
Like our opinions mattered to each other
But that doesn't mean they were the same opinion
But that never really mattered
He respected me more than I had ever received
Especially from myself
And i liked him until it became too much for him
When my feelings grew faster
Than he would've liked
When i fell for him.
YOU ARE READING
The Beauty in the Beast
PoetryHold on a second while I divulge my soul to the internet.
