it was obvious from the beginning that you were miles out of my league. you're used to a different type of woman; someone more glamorous and sophisticated whereas im just a girl who takes pleasure in the simple things. but, there was a chemistry between us that neither of us could deny. i was emboldened by your intensity and every time i saw you i felt a surge of energy that made me a little more daring and a lot more confident. with you by my side, i could never predict where a night was going to lead. it was as though you gave me permission to be a different version of myself, like a watercolor that became an oil painting. i suppose nothing that passionate can last forever, but, it didnt have to end like this. youre gone because of my carelessness, and for that, i cant forgive myself. i hope the next girl treats you better. i hope she respects and honors the responsibility of owning the perfect chanel red lipstick, and treats you accordingly.
on the bright side, at least i have an excuse to go to sephora.