I want it all,
I told myself.
Never would I be happy,
with someone else.

Truth is that I was selfish,
wanted it all and received nothing.
Desired to be loved by someone perfect,                                                      too blind to see that he was hurting.
What was it with the constant comparison,
search for approval when mine and his happiness were all that mattered?
And as I walk by my usual path I think of apologizing and asking for a second chance.
But I'm rendered speechless by the sight in-front of me, he was walking with another whose beauty could be unparalleled yet, it wasn't what hurt the most at the time. It was the look in his eyes, the one that foretold countless stories and crystal clear it was that he was over me. He had found happiness and it wasn't with me. Worst of all I knew that she was good to him and that I would never wish for it to be taken away from him. My hopes for another shot were brief and fleeting, crushed were my thoughts on ever healing.         

I'll get back up I guess, when I feel like it.