what if

I saw you coming. I saw you and this coming a million miles away. I tried to avoid it. I tried to ignore it. I tried to keep my distance. But damn, you're most things that I think I need, and some that I hate, but crave in a way I can't explain. Maybe it's because you're one of the 'what if's' that I've carried silently with me for years. What if it all happened differently? I could've have loved you then, just as easily as I could now. I'm not in love with you. But I can see it, feel it, taste it. How easily I could be. How... everything that it could be. You were always dangerous to me, but in a way that made me feel safe.

It was a nice thought. I think it still is.