He wrote me a freakin' poem.
He wrote me long e-mails saying how talented, wonderful and beautiful I am.
I threw it all away and compromised for much less.
But I didn't love him. As much as I wanted to.
I loved someone else, who never wrote me a poem, never treated me like a queen, like he did.
I just wish I could find someone who would treat me like this, and I would love with all my heart, like I loved that person.
Why does every amazing thing has to bring with it a load of shit?