I had never really considered how high your presence made me. It was just not one of the things that troubled me as I soared far above the clouds when I held your hand. What did it matter to me the distance from the ground that each of your kisses took me? It wasn't as if people as in love as I was ever had to worry about the consequences.

I wasn't shocked that we didn't work out. You never opened up to me, you liked being miserable, you had a girlfriend. I was naive, insecure and adored you. Of course it wasn't going to work out, of course there was an expiry date on the car hook-ups and the dirty dancing. The end was never far away for our forbidden romance once the first few incredible dates had faded into the corners of my mind where I began to question if they had even happened at all.

But, even as much as it kills my pride to admit it, you still managed to surprise me. Or maybe it was just my own capacity for taking crap and just passing it off as acceptable. Either way, my breath was taken away the day I saw you and her together after you had "made up". Two months after we had started everything. Two months too late to protect me from the bruises and the scrapes as I hit every single tree branch the day that I fell off the cloud you had lifted me onto. Two months after you fell from the pedastal I had put you on. what a height. What a shock. What a surpr