I'm in love with a man who will never love me back. Or at least love me back in the way I want to be loved. I'm not saying this because I lack confidence or don't believe I'm worth loving, it's just a fact.

I think he likes me, I think he cares, but love isn't something he can do. He can't love me. I could say it a million times and still a small part of me won't believe it.

He's broken, and I'm broken, but when I'm with him the broken pieces of me seem to be a little less broken. Even before we met, he knew my soul. That's such a rare thing. And something that's worth fighting for in my mind. He feels that connection to me too, but that scares him more than anything. He's too exposed. His past has made it easier for him to retreat than be vulnerable. His past has told him not to get close to anyone because he'll only hurt them.

If only I could explain to him that the hurt of not even getting the chance may be killing me. If only you could fix people. If only I could forget him. If only I could move on. If only I could make him understand. If only happy endings happened for everyone. If only.


-C