Something Like A Dear John Letter

I’m sure this isn't how it was supposed to be. 
We're in this room, face to face with passion filled eyes, pleasure running through our veins. 
What are the consequences?  
Let's just cross that bridge when we get there. 
Right now, I'm just reaping the rewards. 
Do we continue "this" or go back to "normal"? 
What does normal even mean anymore?  
The first time that it felt so right. Like nothing can come between us. Nothing came between us, but we came. 
At that moment we became closer than ever. 
But was it worth it? 
Is more than “this friendship” really our purpose? 
Let's get in this bed that we've made together. 
Get close. Now it's me & you. 
There’s no title, but we understand. 
I think the feeling is mutual. 
Correct me if I'm incorrect. 
The next time, It felt real. 
One time isn't fine with me. 
We had time. 
Time to explore. Time to talk. Time to feel. Time to play. 
No wrong could be done. All is well in the world. 
Before I knew it, You were gone. 
Missing without a trace. 
Was it something I said?? 
Look me in my face. 
Same sad love song. 
Separate ways sometimes make for better days. 
Let's agree to disagree & make "this" thing history.