Wonders

A Prison of Love

Sometimes I wonder if I just saw you as my home because you were all I ever knew. Maybe I didn't truly love you. Maybe I only thought I did because I knew no better. I thought you were the only choice. How was I supposed to love anybody but you when you were all that there ever was?

There is a strange comfort to obliviousness. I was content with loving you because I was never given the opportunity to form a relationship with anybody but you. I wonder, if someone would have told me I did not have to love you simply because everyone told me I should, would I have? Would I love you if I was given a choice?

I don't think I would.