26 February 2008
THESE ARE JUST WORDS.
I remember a time when I thought you were the everything that I was looking for. Not only did you encompass every cliché I could drag out of my brain but you could break them. You were the end-all-be-all. You were the apple of my eye, the yin to my yang.
You were the fire in my loins.
And then the inevitable happened: I got what I wished for. I wasn’t careful, either. I just held onto that one lonely wish as if it were the a fine grain of sand in my palm, so easy to drop, or brushed away.
The best part is, I discovered you weren’t what I wanted. In fact, you were so far off the mark one might wonder if I was even aiming at a target.
But that’s okay, because I’ve learned more about myself through you. Through observing you, pining for you, gaining you, losing you, regaining you and walking away from you I’ve discovered you aren’t Her.
…and I wonder if you ever will be. Not for me, but for anyone. And if you become someone’s Her, will you want him?
