Would have liked

I was in a relationship, you were too.
But you didn’t really mention yours when I met you.
I’d never have fallen for you like I did had it not been for lockdown and the Stockholm syndrome friends we became whilst being the only ones in the office.
I like how awkward you became around me, I like my men intense and shy. Our flirting grew more intense, the texts full of layers, our coffee breaks with sneaky knee touches, grazing thighs, lingering eyes, lightly touching an arm.
I ended my relationship, you didn’t end yours.
As I expected. You have kids. It’s okay.
But I would have liked to kiss you. Press my body up against yours, feel your hands on the small of my back, biting your lip softly, encouraging you to let go of that British composure and unleash what you have been holding in all your life.
Alas, it was not to be. But we would have been quite something.