Naïve

I don't know if it was God or if it was Satan. If it was my soul finding what it truly desired or my heart tricking my mind. But there was always something that brought me back to Him. And when I was with him I was happiest. And sad at the same time. Because I wanted all of him to be mine. But he had not chosen that for me. And it was something I couldn't take for myself. Maybe this is what love is supposed to feel like. My mind knew that there was something better for me. But as I shut the door at night and he stepped further away from my gate, knowing he'd be back in the morning, my soul was satisfied.