It was nice.

I don’t really know how to say it, but that does not mean that it should not be said. I don’t know how to say it, or rather- I don’t want to be the person saying these things.

I know what I need to say, and I’m not sure if I’ll regret this, I doubt I will, maybe I do, but is the possibility of regret a worthy reason to hold onto something? Or should I say, to the idea of something.

It’s been nice, yes, but people don’t hold onto nice. People don’t destroy cities and change their ways for nice. It was nice having a someone, but it was also nice to step away once again, and I don’t know, but nice is not worth my time. Nice is not going to lift my spirits, make the sun shine brighter or make me forget all the troubles I feel.

But is there anything out there that would do all of these things for me?

I want more than nice, I want glances across the room and soppy romantic gestures, with handwritten notes passed between breakfast. I want someone who seeks to be a partner in my life, whose very adventure is to walk by my side. I want to have the silly conversations under a starry sky, with stolen kisses and romantic whispers, and I just want someone to be mine.