this story doesn’t have a beginning, and i don’t know if it will have an end.
with love, there’s always the one that got away.
with lust, there’s another one that got away.
i think mine are the same.
we’re close friends, but we’ve never met.
we’re lovers, but we’ve never touched.
we’re soul-mates, but we’ve never been together.
we’re perfect together, but we’re a million miles apart.
when i was married, she was close to divorce.
when i was divorced, she had reconciled.
i break her heart.
she torments my soul.
we are impossible, and yet, we want[edit:’+ed’] it all.