What It Was, What It Wasn't

It wasn't rebellion.

Okay, maybe it was a little bit.

But it was more than that.

It was

His humor, his touch, his

Persuasion that bordered the edge of manipulation.

It was how I felt around him,

How I wanted to feel around him.

It was vulnerability.

It was a weakness that I'd never experienced before.

It was scary.

It was too much, or at least it felt like it.

But it was love.

It wasn't

Falling out of love.

It was the options, the youth,

The lack of ambition that I just couldn't get past.

It was the arguments, the pressure,

And his mouth that did great things but said too much.

It was the sadness, the fear of entrapment,

The fear of a lot of things.

The fear became greater than all of the good stuff.

It was needing some more from him and needing some less.

No, it wasn't

Falling out of love.

It was time for a chapter to close.

I'd discovered the reason,

And many seasons had passed.

It was learning about myself.

It was me making myself a little sad,

But ultimately very happy.

It was avoiding a train wreck.

It wasn't falling out of love.

It was just time.