Sprung vs. In Love

Everyone [well almost] has been sprung once upon a time. You know that all you can think about feeling of just wanting someone so bad you don't care about the consequences. It's like an addiction of never being able to get...enough. Although he [or she] may not treat you right, or be the "one" for you, they still are on your mind all the time, because it really is that good.


A Few Years Back...


I sat on the edge of my dorm room bed with my head in my hands, my boyfriend slept peacefully with a smile on his face like he was in the middle of a great dream. I glanced over and admired his chiseled body,fresh hair cut, and the dimple in his right cheek. I guess he felt me staring at him because he reached over and squeezed my hand. I was absolutely falling in love with him,especially at that moment.


I gently squeezed his hand back and got up to head to the bathroom when I heard my phone vibrate. My ex's name appeared on the caller i.d. and I ran out the room to answer it.

Him: I miss you (he said before I could barely say hello) and I know you miss me too
Me: No...[lying] I don't miss you...and my boyfriends in the other room [whispering]
Him:Come on now sweet heart...you know that dude is not making you feel the way I do

::I could feel my heart beating faster::

Me: He makes me happier, he treats me right, unlike you.
Him: Yea, but you still want it..don't lie. I know you do because I want it to.

::My mind immediately flashed back to the last time we were together in our favorite hotel room. We could barely enter the room before he had me up against the wall, kissing all over me, whispering in my ear [i have no idea what he was saying]. I was just in the moment of us and that's all that mattered. Every worry...burden..and problem seemed to fade away as I became lost in his embrace and scent. I didn't care that he treated me so bad, or that he took me for granted, or the fact that I wasn't sure if he even loved me anymore. All I knew, is that I wanted him...and nothing was gonna stop me from having him::


I came back to reality as I realized he was on the other side of the phone screaming my name and I was still standing in the bathroom daydreaming.


Him: So You want me to come visit you this weekend?
Me: ....[silence]
Him: Great, I'll be there tomorrow at 6...bye.


Part of me wanted to call him back and tell him hell no, I didn't want him to come nor did he need to. Instead I shut my phone and went back into my room to my boyfriend who treated me like a queen. He scooped me into his arms and began kissing me softly on my neck, "I love you" he whispered....

"I love you too, baby" I said.


He held me so tight that night as he slept with not a care in the world. I however, was counting down the hours until the new day would arrive and 6 p.m. would come....when I could get my high, my feeling of no worries, the lust I needed just one last time.