I believe I really did love you, to the best of my ability, for I did not know how to love. I did not know what love was, until you showed me out of the kindness of your heart.
In the end, no matter how you treated me or what happened, I will always have a soft spot for you. I'm sorry I was too late to love you, when you patiently waited for me. I didn't realize it until it was too late.
But thank you, for seeing the good in me; what no one else saw. Thank you for that. I'll always remember that.
Anyway, I'm happy that you're happy now, even if it's not with me. I wish it could be me who brought you all your happiness, but it's not. I wish I was at peace with that, but I'm trying to be. But thank you for loving me when you did.
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Within the Four Seasons of Knowing You
PoetryBook 3 of My Black and White World •Sad love poems