She loves him

She loves him...

But does he love her...

Surely NOT on the same frequency that she vibed on

You see... whenever she heard his name or saw his face

A tune came to mind that lit up her eyes and danced through her body, making the coldest day warm..

He had no idea the love that was waiting on him..

His voice played like a melody..slow and free in her soul..

Oooh... the songs she could sing about him

She couldn't lie.. She was addicted and he had become her addiction and she wasn't quite sure she could let it go

The rhythm of love that constantly ran through her veins like tingles of anticipation just ready..waiting, hopelessly for that Etta James "Sunday kind of love"

The thoughts alone set her on a high that was unreachable by any drug

She was ready for him, but his heart..

His heart beat to a different drum..

She ached because he still had her hers, but now she danced to the beat of a broken heart.

She loved him..she really did.

He loved her not.