A Common Question

A common question:

Have you met the one?

Yes.

I’ve met the one.

What were they like?

They were perfect.

They understood me.

They respected me.

They knew what I was going through.

They made me laugh.

They made me smile.

They were taken.

They belonged to someone else.

There was no place for me.

I have met the one.

I have encountered the perfect person for me.

Or so I believed.

I have met the person for me at that time.

Is what I say as I am in denial.

I have met the one.

They don’t know it, but to me they are the one.

In my eyes, I created a whole future.

I created a whole reality.

I loved that reality.

A fictional reality.

A stupid reality.

That would never come true.

I’d do whatever I could for it to be true.

Yet, time has passed.

Nothing has changed.

Nothing in your live is different,

Yet mine is constantly changing.

Because for you,

You are happy.

I’m glad.

Is what I tell myself.

Because you were the one.

You were perfect.

In my eyes.

And yet, maybe I wish I was a little bit selfish.

Just so that maybe I could fight for you.