you know you want to.

I've decided that we are not meant to be together, that you came back as a test for resistance.

Our relationship was like cheesecake,

It was utterly attractive and rich. A sweet start, filled with creamy toppings and those few bites off the strawberry. Then as we dig our spoon deeper into the cake and savour the taste in our mouth, that velvet taste grow deeper and more intense. Then suddenly our spoon hit rock bottom. Maybe I got there faster than you. Not yet the end, but that thick base of crushed biscuits was abrupt and definitely startling. We realize we have to take a bite off the biscuits, oh all that effort. But the thing is, we did try to finish it. Later we lay back with an empty dessert plate and dirty spoon, wanting so much more but grasping the fact that our body could not take it anymore. It was too sweet, too beautiful and too heavy. Our stomach was full.

Maybe... maybe sometime in the future we'll have some more. Not as the last resort of a full meal course, but the start of it.