So that I don’t have to experience the pain of having to realize that the person you love, that one who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with is not actually going to be the one to live through your life with.
I wish I was good enough so that my hopes, dreams aren’t shattered and go through that moment again of collecting broken pieces and forging forth, weathering the storm that comes with dealing with moving on blues. What a broken lover’s journey.
Having to join the University of Pain. Giving someone my time, heart, life and they trashing it like it’s nothing. Pushing me away like filth. With no remorse. No care. No sense of sympathy or empathy. Whichever fits the occasion. Being like a ghost to them. Thin air. Passed by unnoticed like a street lamp. Having to be a total opposite of what I took them to be in my life. May that day in my life never come.
I wish I was good enough so that your mind isn’t preoccupied with another man. I wish I was good enough so that I could hold unto you, never let you go, until you say you love me too, meaning it from the bottom of your heart, because I love you too.