It began with fingers brushing over files, then progressed to casual dinners and then less casual. We decided before it was even started that it was over. Sex wasn't even an issue- but passion was. I knew as soon as I saw you the next day that I wanted to push you into a corner and do whatever I could. But it was over, and you said it always would be.
We called it "let's not call it love" love. Dirty love. Half-full love. I called it love, but you said it was faded love.
Make this love vibrant again.