I never meant to write today, but there’s always something about you that compels me—to write, and do various other things I’d never thought I even wanted to.
I never meant to read, but there’s something about a sappy movie at five in the morning that compelled me to.
I never meant to know, but I now that I do, well I guess I don’t mean to know how I feel about it.
Because really, I never meant to feel anything about it. (It’s the movie, I suppose. I unfortunately am a hopeless romantic.)
And if there’s one intention that I at least got to keep, it’s that
I never meant to tell, and I never did.