Here we go again!

I met you on a cool December night...

I didn't even remember the first time i saw your face. In this digital and social media age, we don't even need to leave our chairs to 'meet' people from around the globe. Tinder, that's how I knew your existence. You must be one of a 'few' girls that i swiped right from their photos. Why did I do that? I guess you were pretty in those photos... And yes you are pretty. You were my Tinderella story!

It was a few hours before New Year's Eve when we met. Nothing really special. I walked my way, you walked yours. New Year's Eve and I was depressed. My skin was itchy, the sweat kept pooling down, the sound and the scene before my eyes mixed up and became blurry, I began to feel like i was losing my sanity. I was lost. I shouldn't have taken that pill, but moreover, I was depressed! My ex texted me asked to meet up. I was hesitated. She's like a familiar place I would always run back to for comfort, even though it's temporary and pitiful, even though we almost killed each less than a year ago... But moreover, I was depressed! Then you reappeared into my life, in the most unexpected way. There was a 'what if' on that night: what if i left for my ex before you came?...

You were like a cool stream that flows through the drought in me. Our lips touched. My hands pushed pressure on your hip. We were one. You were what I needed, but not what i wanted...

I didn't know if we could last, yet you stayed, and yet i didn't have my faith. We were two different polar with me being the social butterfly, the painting with all the attention while you were the flower, the frame in the background. We were together, yet you were not the only person i saw on that dance floor. Looking pass you, I saw other people... flowers... because you were what i needed, but not what i wanted... but still, you stayed...

I blamed the weather, the booze, my insanity, and you, as a justification for my decision. I gradually opened the door to let you in, but the irony is, once the door was fully open, you walked straight out. You disappeared from my life as swiftly and as cold as you showed up, but there is a destructive path you left behind. It's not damaging but it's, wrenching! I told you the line "if you walk out of that door..." and before i could finish my sentence, you walked out of that door.

Then I met her on a hot summer night...

I saw her there, in person, dancing with her friend, and on her own. She is pretty. She is a real life Cinderella!

It was a normal week night. I came over and asked her for a dance. My skin was still itchy and the sweat still pooled down, but this time from dancing. I still have my sanity and I almost forgot about you. The way she came into my life was also unexpected. There were a lot of 'what if's on that: what if i didn't go to the bar on that night, what if i didn't ask her for a dance...

She is a hot flame that burned away the cold in me. I pushed pressure on her hip, our bodies entwined, her hand was holding mine when we moved to the sound and the rhythm and through the colors on the floor. We were one, and it was crowded but she was the only person i saw on that dance floor. I whispered in her ear "fais moi un bisous", the exact same line that you once taught me and I once whispered in your ear... Passionate and being the attention, she stole the spotlight... she is what i want...

I blamed the weather, the booze, my insanity, and her, as a justification for my decision. The moment our lips touched, there was only one thought left on my mind:

Here we go again!