We were together for a little while,
And yet I couldn't find the words to write about him -
It wasn't because we were in that ineffable kind of love
That I've felt before;
I suppose it was a benign sort of affection, for I saw
That he needed somebody by his side,
And so I stood there.
It was no surprise to me that I grew increasingly fonder
Of him as we spent more time together,
And I gave him as much of me as I could -
He needed somebody, and so I gave him all of me.
I put all of my thought into everything:
Finding solutions to his problems, discovering his
Favourite things and giving them to him,
And taking care of him in the best way I knew how.
Perhaps my feelings surpassed my expectations,
But he was the first one to say
That he loved me, and I suppose my expectations changed.
I gave him everything, but I didn't expect his all -
I simply wanted him to treat me as though he loved me,
Like he said, and now - somehow - I've found
The words to write about him, about us, and so I am
Sitting here, tears flowing,
Looking back in retrospect. I love him, I do,
But I have also been learning to love myself,
And so I have left him
Until he can learn to love me as well.
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