I cried because of the way he became gentle with me,
Held me like I was holy,
Touched me like I was something precious,
Made me feel like an exception.
I cried because of the way he crossed his own boundaries
and the way he broke the rules he had made for himself,
and I cried because time drew the curtain
and distance cut the rope,
but memories write fairytales
and instead of crying I have started just wishing.