I thought I could put any puzzle together until I met you, now that you’re gone, I’m the one that’s fallen to pieces. That’s what happens when you don’t fight for her, fight the inner thoughts that tell you you’re not good enough, that you can never overcome yourself. There’s only been one woman that I imagined would take my last name, and I lay broken, knowing she’ll be another Mrs one day. The war rages on, and I know I’ll find another, but you, you were there all along. Your eyes told me to fight, but my heart knew the truth, that you were better moving on. I will fight, even though demons never quite go away, or surrender.
Wanting you is one thing, deserving you is another.
This entry is loosely based on a woman I met a year and a half ago, I never had her in my life, we just knew minor details about each other, there was something different about her, something special, something that I always wanted to know.