Not a cliche happily ever after
Dear Ethan,
We fell in love
in a cliche kind of way.
Heart in your throat,
breathless,
sweaty palms,
always on your mind
kind of way.
Broken guy fixes
broken girl
kind of way.
Even a love at first sight
kind of way,
almost.
Maybe not the fairytale
love at first sight,
but my soul knew yours
and they were the same.
But we didn’t get a cliche
happily ever after,
maybe because you’re not
a cliche kind of guy
and I’m not a cliche
kind of girl.
Our souls loved each other,
but the rest just got in the way.
Your too logical mind,
which I love,
overanalyzed,
and my sick mind,
which you love,
hurt you deeply.
Love is about the heart,
not the head,
but we forgot
it’s not suppose to
make sense.
Now my soul misses yours,
another cliche,
almost.