He's near perfect.
But somehow its not enough.
He loves me.
I just wish my love could match his.
Because then I wouldn't break his heart.
I look at flowers in the store and wonder why he never brought me any.
It's probably the only thing he didn't do.
I reread the old texts he send me. Romantic in nature, I should be swooning. And indeed I do. But somehow its not enough. It's been going on two years and I feel like I'm wasting, and settling.
I've been thinking on it for months. It just took one conversation with a friend to tell me, I've been lying to myself. And, ultimately, to him.
It's all left me looking for...
something more.
It's just not right. For me.
I'm going to have to let him go.
It's going to break my heart to break his.
