Over brioche and coffee we talked about our dreams. Strolls in sunflower fields, midnight dances in the kitchen, a honeymoon every night… a blissful family. Just you plus me and when the time was right maybe a little one, perhaps three.

I shouldn’t have answered my phone, not to an unknown number. I usually never do. But I did.

It’s a harsh reality to be the last one to know your boyfriend has a wife. I wanted you to deny it— no, I needed you to deny it. Don’t make me face reality.

The cup is cracked. The coffee is cold, The bread is stale.

We were doomed to fail. You knew it and she did too. I wish I wasn’t the idiot who hadn’t had a clue.

I was haphazardly searching for something I didn’t need. A handsome distraction. Something that would capture my attention for a while and make me forget some of the mistakes I always seem to make.

I didn’t want my heart to race or my cheeks to flush. I just wanted to give my overactive brain a break. A little pupil dilation, a goofy smile and a giggle or two would have got me through.

For a while I kind of got what I wanted. Nothing too addictive. My mind could wonder in and out of fantasies. It was all good, Until you.

The way your eyes gleam with cheekiness, The jokes you crack, The tension you ease, The way your smile always finds its way into my dreams…

You’ve captured my fancy. I’m already ten miles past infatuation, that’s a fact. People can say what they want, but your perfection is anything but fiction.