I think I understand what moving on would look like. I'm going to call you august but you might turn into september. and I'm going to follow that up by saying that I think you make everyone else look boring, even november. and then you kissed me thirteen hours ago, and unbuttoned my pants and I slowly remembered what temptation is, and why I never fall for it. So I walked away, and I stayed away and I sat in the back of a car reminding myself that this is what I wanted, even if I couldn't seem to remember thinking that. When I said I think I understand what lust looks like, I was talking about you. and I once heard that When you see something from afar, you develop a fantasy. But when you see it up close, 9 times out of 10, you wish you hadn't. I didn't feel this, the only thing I felt was chemistry. I can't say this is me moving on, this isn't me getting my hopes up, this is me understanding that january isn't the only guy in the world I can feeling something towards, and most things come easier than november. Don't wish my luck, I don't need it. I'm not putting all my energy into hoping this works out, and truth be told we might not talk again I just might see you around every so often and think about how you kissed me after a long day once, and how there are more than three guys in the world and none of them have my attention and for once I love that.