I loved someone for who they were, but it wasn't enough. That's fine, because the love is still a good thing.
He just isn't.
And I bet if we wait another week, we can do this dance again. But it doesn't hurt that much. It's just frustrating.
When did love stop meaning as much as it used to?
Or, when did my meaning of love change? All I've ever wanted from people is honesty and openness. Why is that so hard?
All I have ever been is myself.
It is all I can be.
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