I have a theory......
It's that every man who ever broke up with me didn't want me to spend my life for them.
But rather, for myself...
They cared, they saw me for who I was, for who I am, and that is endless.... (I should make it clear that my optimism is based off what I would hope a human would feel after being with me)
I can give forever.
I choose to see my faults and a fault in myself is being too much.
There was one. He knew how much I loved him. I treasured and kept him close to my heart...
And even when I should have hate, I still love him, so much....whole hardheartedly
Nothing will ever replace what I know we had, what I know we were...
I have a theory that the pain brought to me is really just a room full of the men I have loved, laughing going "we are doing this because we know she is strong and she will prevail."
That is my hope, that is my wish.
I have a theory that I am one of those people who is meant to endure all of the feelings. All of them, always.
But to the one I really loved, I hope you know. That was real. It meant everything to me.
It still does.
I have grown, I have moved on, but I just wanted the simple things with you.
I just wanted you.
There was never anything more that I wanted.