I
fell hard. I gave him everything without him asking. I loved him with
everything I had. I did not fight my feelings for this one, I let him break
down the walls, took my hand and walk me out to the light. I have forgotten
what love is for a long time, but I became addicted. I craved his love;
I craved his touch. I relied on him for my happiness, lived on his time, fought
for his attention.
I force
myself to be ready for him. I gave him what he needed. I did what it took to be
the glue that held us together. In return I became his last priority. I thought
I was ready for love, to love him for a long, long time. But I guess I am
asking too much out of a relationship. So, I guess I’m standing at the end
of the line, ready to walk away. I’ve been looking over my shoulder, but I
guess it’s time to turn my head and move forward.
I
hope he will realize what he slipped out of his life. I hope when he looks back,
he will feel the ache of pain in his heart for losing something that could be
so damn good. I guess he’s the type of guy that would lose something only to
realize it’s too late. But by that time, everything will be too late. I’ll be
shut down and move on with my life or maybe find another that could give me
everything that he chose not to give me. I’m already halfway gone, and
not looking back.
Once there was a boy who couldn't speak but owned a music box that held every song in all the world. One day he met a girl who had never heard a single melody in her entire life and so he played her his favorite song. He watched while her face lit up with wonder as the music filled the sky and the poetry of lyrics moved her in a way she had never felt before.He would play his songs for her day after day and she would sit by him quietly—never seeming to mind that he could only speak to her through song. She loved everything he played for her, but of them all—she loved the sad songs best. So he began to play them more and more until eventually, sad songs were all she would hear.One day, he noticed it had been a very long time since her last smile. When he asked her why, she took both his hands in hers and kissed them warmly. She thanked him for his gift of music and poetry but above all else—for showing her sadness because she had known neither of these things before him. But it was now time for her to go away—to find someone who could show her what happiness was.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Do you remember the song that was playing the night we met?No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.”― Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure