Where the Road Leads

You and Me

I've never been one for cheesy romance stories- or romance stories at all for that matter. At least not until I met you. You turned my entire world upside down in a heartbeat. I'd always laughed at love at first sight, then our eyes locked. The first time I held your hand, I knew I never wanted to let go. I never anticipated that you would mean so much to me but here we are. Every time I start my car I can only think of how every road I get on leads to you in one way or another. There's an infinite number of ways I could get to your house from mine, but I choose not to take any of them. Why? Because I know that if I did I'd find a new man's car in the driveway.

I guess I understand. He was smarter, made more money, he looked better, he had more time. But I can promise you that I love you more. It's been over a month now and I still think about you every single day. I still have pictures of you on my phone and I still feel my heart break a little every time I remember you're not mine anymore. I would've done anything for you and that meant nothing to you. You shattered parts of me that can never be healed again. I gave you my whole heart and you shattered it without even seeming to care.

I still cry over you some nights, you know that? I spent as much time with you as I possibly could and it still wasn't enough. I was never enough. He hardly had to spend time with you at all to be enough though, huh? Part of me wants you to be happy with him. I kind of want to see your smile again, even if I'm not the one causing it. But you know what would be even better? Being the reason you smiled again. For you to come back to me and tell me that you made a mistake choosing him. That's what I truly hope for.

I would give you all I have yet again. It may be foolish but it is love. I have missed you so incredibly much that I would do damn near anything to hold you in my arms just one more moment. There are a million memories I have of you,  of us. Yet I know there are a million more memories you have with him. I want you to come back home to me, to hold my hand again so I can tell you this time that I never wanted to let go. If I called you tonight and told you he's not right for you, you might hate me. I know I could treat you better than he can, but I lost my chance to make you believe that. You never even talk to me anymore. I'd beg you for hours if I thought it would change your mind. But I know you. I know your stubborn heart. You have to discover this on your own.

At first, I blamed myself. I told myself I wasn't good enough. I thought that I had done something wrong to lose your love. Then I began to wonder if perhaps you simply needed to learn what love isn't before you can realize that what we had was and is love. Perhaps you just need somebody to compare me to in the future when you do come back to me. But I've known since the moment our eyes met that we were meant to be and I will not give up on you- on us. I'll wait this out and I'll let you figure this out on your own. When you're ready, I'll be here with arms open wide, ready to do my best to make you smile again.

So when you do finally realize- when you realize that I'm not smart but I'm not dumb either; when you realize that I don't make a lot of money but I make enough to treat you like a princess; when you realize that he looks better but my heart is kinder; when you realize that I don't have all the time in the world but I will always try to make the most of that time; I hope you realize something else as well.

Every road you take could lead you back to me.