You dance beneath the neon glow, lost in laughter, wild and free. Your world’s a song, a fleeting show, but love was never meant for me.

So here I stand, my last goodbye, no longer one to wait and see. Live your life beneath the sky, but love will not be there with me.

That’s how it was, for you and Dylan.

Dylan loved being a young adult, the freedom of his early twenties where partying was at the fullest for the young hearts and minds.

Except for those like you, who simply wanted a life without a light blaring into their eyes so bright, alcohol making them sway to the blasting noise of music.

You waited for the time Dylan turned around for you, but it never came. And so, you turned your back and headed your way.

———

Dylan caught you just barely, his drunken eyes hazy as they held a certain plead. “Don’t go,” he begged silently. “Please, I’m just not ready yet, but I promise I will be. Can we talk to this when I’m not drinking?” He asked, eyes filled to tears.

It was a hard ask, you had already given for much away for this man, and he yet he asks for more.

Just how much more will you willing to give for him? For love? I think another question; how much do you know he’s willing to give away for you.

Relationships are two way things. Both most participate in giving something and receive something.