You;

I look back now, reflecting, on the choices I’ve made.

Perhaps, just maybe, life would be simpler had I chosen to throw away caution and love you right back. But I couldn’t.

Maybe, just perhaps, things would be different had I chosen to slip into pink and simper and beg. But I wouldn’t.

Perhaps, just maybe, all this would change if I admitted that you’re deep under my skin and I can’t walk away. But I shouldn’t.

I do carry you. Always have, always will.

Forever and one day;

Me.