She walked into my life
like she already knew how it would end.
No promises.
No questions.
Just one rule…
Never make it personal.
But then she looked at me…
“It’s not personal, Sonny.”
“It’s strictly business.”
Then why did you look at me
like there was nobody else?
Why did you hold me
like you were afraid to let me go?
Some things…
are better left unspoken.
I told myself…
Don’t fall for her.
Don’t cross the line.
Don’t make it…
personal.
Every man has rules.
Until someone
makes him break them.
“It’s not personal, Sonny.”
“It’s strictly business.”
Was it ever just business?
At first.
But you…
you made it personal.