.I miss the days when that's all I had.
.I miss the days when it was just me
...and that was enough.
You, sir, are beautiful.
And no matter what they tell you,
no matter how things seem,
it will be you and me. You and me.
That is enough for me.
And you know me,
I know you care,
and I know you know it's you and me.
It's you and me.
I'm not going to continue and say
exactly what I want to say,
because I'm realizing that people
might actually read this.
And I hate that, because it used to not matter.
I told myself I would never let that matter.
But alas, you might be reading,
so I'll remain silent
I'm not after you, picking up crumbs.
I'm not a scavenger. I'm not a parasite.
My path does not follow yours,
it just crosses it. Often.
It tends to trail behind.
That's not to say I made it that way,
life just has a funny way
of throwing things back into my face.
But you--you are
I've known that. You'd win--hands down--
if this were a competition. It's not.
No, I swear it's not.
You were meant to be there. You refused.
And though I feel a bit resented,
I'm wearing a smile into the day.
I'm trying my best here.