A small WIP
When I look for love, I keep looking for you. For gentle brown eyes that look at me softly, fully, so full of love. I’m looking for that constant wanting to be near me. The want that’s so strong that it’s almost a need. When you begged me for attention or a piece of my food.
I always gave it to you. How could I not? I would have done just about anything for you…
Maybe it could be called fitting that I was the one who found you in that moment. You were scared. God, I was scared. I didn’t want you to go. (Where did you go?)
But you held on. I’m so proud of you for that. I know I never told you and I should have. I should have.
I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you needed me to be. I’m so sorry. You were everything I needed and when you told me I’d be okay, I trusted you. Even though I didn’t believe it, I trusted you. You were all that got me through my hardest days, even when you were no longer there, even when you were the cause.