She was too much, too eccentric, too creative, too passionate.
When she spoke about her passions her eyes lit up, but when she spoke about you her soul was alight. And for you, that was too much.
All she wanted was for you to have her body, she wanted you to fuck her like you’d missed her after all those weeks apart. She wanted you to at least pretend to be as obsessed with her as she had been with you.
A woman filled with that much love and passion would have always been too good for you, a guy who is chasing after perfection but doesn’t know what it looks like.
“I can’t give you what you want right now, I think it’s best we stop before we get carried away“
What you should’ve told her is how you’re ready to invest in the idea of someone else who isn’t her, you’re ready to give someone else everything they want, but she didn’t quite make the cut, she couldn’t get to have you like that, ready to do anything for her.
So for one last night, pretend to want no one else but her, like you’ve managed to do so masterfully until now.
Hold her as though having anyone else in your arms would feel wrong, take control of her the way she loves. She’s spent weeks reminiscing about how strong you were when you pushed her against your kitchen wall, how quick you were to touch every inch of her body and how night went into day as you spent time making sure no one would ever make her feel the way you had.
Remind her how good it feels to be wanted by you, even if you know that after tonight, she’ll never know that feeling again.
In a few weeks you’ll be a distant memory and she’ll have found someone else to obsess over, someone else to fill position number four in her line up of love interests.
You were just one of her many failed lovers, but for the time you were in her life, you were the only one she craved attention from, the only one who’s affection felt like a drug. The only one she needed daily attention from to function.
But she was too good for you, and next week you’ll be replaced with someone new, someone better.