Confidant

I didn’t fall for him first.
Nay,
I learned to confide in him first.
To share my whole with him.
I felt secure with him.
My walls always collapsed while with him.
He was my confidante.
My friend .

There was a certain detachment around him,
Yet, like a moth to a flame, I was silently drawn.
I was intrigued to touch and see if the embers burned.
And so,
Step by step, I drew closer.

And for sure, it felt warm and addictive.
So I was tempted to walk closer.
It was never about having all of him .
Nay,
It was always about the little treasurable moments he spent around .
It was always about when he was always warm and indulgent.

His scent wasn’t too strong .
Nope,
It was the soft and seemingly intoxicating kind.
It always wafted into my nostrils, making me relaxed.
It just started as a mere talk;
The one that marked the end of dusk.