"I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together."
Strangers love what I write about you even when you’re too busy to love me.
I miss you so much when you’re not here, everything hurts, from my bones to my fingertips. I should hate you for making me ache like this but I don’t.
I love you too much to hate you but that doesn’t mean I haven’t tried. I can feel the tears welling up but I’m too exhausted to cry.
I’m too exhausted to keep waiting up for you at night. I know I said I’d keep the light on outside but baby, it can’t burn forever.
You seem to think we’ve got forever.
I know you’re only 22 but what about when you’re 30 & I’m married to the man who knew even though I was barely 21, I was worth holding onto?..
It’s always been you & it always will be, but I’m growing tired of writing poems about what we could be."