I found something so right, but at the worst time. She was the one. And by that, she was the one who makes me smile, and laugh, and happy. But also, the one who makes me safe, and relaxed, and protected. And once I realized that, I knew that because life was always full of nasty surprises, she would never be mine. I wouldn't be the one for her.
So I took what I could. I took the stolen kisses and moments and held them close, knowing they would be all that I would have of her. Because soon enough, she would realize that I wasn't good for her, and she would leave.
She would leave and never look back. Because that's who she was, she was strong and independent. She didn't need me to lean on as I needed her. So I knew as soon as she saw I was not the one. And eventually, she would walk away. So I was determined to spend as much time as I could with her, because soon enough, the girl who was the one for me, would be long gone, and all that would be left were the memories of her perfection. And I don't know how I will cope with that. Because memories don't seem to be enough anymore, even though that's all there ever will be.
