I read all these poems I wrote.
All about a guy.
That would not treat me right.
He never did.
After two years.
Of something more than friends.
Something less than a relationship.
I ended it.
Months of pain and torture.
Trying to be his friend.
Until I cut him off.
For the first time.
I felt myself able to breathe again.
Yet, I still hurt when I saw other couples.
It tortured me that he and I never became.
What everyone expected us to.
But, months of this pain.
Is now gone.
Because I found a guy.
That truly wants to be mine.
Because he thinks nothing is better than me being his.
This is a surprise.
Because when I first started to be his friend.
He told me he didn't want another girl.
He didn't want a relationship at all.
But that slowly changed.
Like it never did with the last guy.
And now I have a great guy.
Who has goals as high as mine.
He actually gives me butterflies.
The second guy ever to do that.
The funny part about this.
Is my teacher got us to be friends.
Saying that we would be a great couple.
His little brother said we would be a good couple.
I doubted it would even have a chance at happening.
But it did.
So here is the message.
For the girls.
Or guys.
That the past people.
Don't matter.
If it didn't work out.
Thats fine.
Because even if you believe.
No one else is meant for you.
And you will never find any one else.
You will.
Because this world.
Has more people than you can count.
So theres another one out there.
Probably stuck in a tree.
So be patient.
While that idiot figures everything out.
And comes and finds you.
