I am the sort of heartbroken that alters the soul.

My chance is gone, our time is up.

All I wanted was you. Just you.

Exactly the way you are. 

I didn’t need you. I chose you, I wanted you.

You weren’t the guy I held up to others as proof that we were in love. 

That was never important.

The way you looked at me, the way you kissed me, the way you held my hand was proof enough.

You weren’t my social media image, plastered on my page to assure everyone you belong to me.

That was never important.

I didn’t need you to belong to me. I wanted to love you in a way you felt free.

You, just you. Your brilliantly weird mind. Your soul kindness. Your thoughts, your feelings, your essence.  

All that makes you, you.

That was what was important.

I never wanted to change you or control you. I didn’t need to make demands upon you or take you away from anything important in your life. 

I only wanted to love you, to be with you exactly the way you are.