Maybe it was the way your eyes flowed over me like the ocean waves and how I can see that image in them. I don’t know but I fell.

Maybe I was never ready for you but who really ever is. I let my feelings lead me towards something more.

Maybe it was the right moment or timeline in my life when you came in. You fit perfectly in my brain.

Maybe the chase of love is so exciting for me, and you were right there. You met the criteria, so I took you on.

Maybe the affection was new and fresh like a fresh magazine of the press. A book that I couldn’t put down.

Maybe the flower wilted. The white petals laying on the ground next to me. I had everything I wanted.

Maybe the commitment took its toll. The bells rang and I was waiting for you. You weren’t there.

Maybe Prince Charming is never coming. The shiny silver armor is more for show than anything. I would know since I spent some time cleaning mine.

Maybe the calls are louder now. The search weaves into my thoughts. Like a vine, it consumes me.

Maybe its too late. The beckoning of something better than this calls me. I can’t withstand the pain too much longer.

Maybe I am a hopeless romantic with no path. The idea of love entices me and I hope to dance with adoration.

Maybe it won’t be with you. Maybe it will be.