I loved you, however I didn't know the true you.
I was optimistic, with that optimism came the hope that you'd be the you I felt in my heart.
I guess not.
I was mad, mad at the way that you weren't you. Every conversation and every argument made it more apparent, but it can still work
right?..
Even still, I could hope, and force myself to fill in the pieces of that person that you weren't. Maybe the pain of losing her wouldn't be so bad then, or maybe I could delude myself that she's still here so that I don't have to mourn over all the memories and heart that I put into you...
That you're not you...
Could I ever love someone fully, or will I have to settle for loving fragments of a girl, and filling out the rest with my head so that I can love
Her in her entirety.
But if I do that, I can't really say I loved her can I?
I guess not.
