The Best Of Us

"I used to have a crush on you!" He blurted out, feeling himself in the mood to let barred up feelings out.
"What???Really???? When??? Why???" I fake surprise, for that added effect.
"Back when we first met, before you were broken and before my heart disappeared, when I still had a heart to give." He responds, and I listen, reading him, knowing his pain, knowing what it is to feel as though your heart and soul met an early grave.
"You still have a heart, its simply broken and guarded the way mine is." I say
"Explain the sex addiction, how I can bed hundreds of women and feel only in that moment?"
I sigh. Searching my mind for an answer to suffice, one that will mean something to him.
"Your practicing for me!" I say cheerfully.
He half chokes, laughs.
"Oddly enough that makes sense." Pauses here to smile, look at me.
"Since the day we met you've been the missing part of my soul, maybe that why no one else can fill the void?.."
I laugh...
"Love we'd be terrible for each other." I say, an open sentence requiring his beckoning.
Raises quizzical eyebrow...
"Who the hell is gonna hold us up when were drunk?"
We laugh...
"Still"I continue "Your something else...." I whisper
"Babe there is nothing else but you, me and hearts that will remain behind bars to hide on dusty shelves." He says
And I thinks....
maybe thats the way it should be...
But he... kisses me and lifts me and I allow him to lose himself in me, while I lose myself in him...
Knowing in morning I'd be gone with  both pieces of our hearts and he would resume being an object of admiration..Ooo How I admire him!!