Thus the Story Ends

Once upon a time I cried out to God. Let me be the one true love of a girl so true. Many years passed and I felt as if God had forgotten his promise. His promise to bring the girl of my dreams to a reality so vivid. Turning the corners of life and feeling the pain of each shutting door I began to feel alone, helpless and yes, unfaithful to Him.

Then one day she just showed up. We hit it off like fire in dry brush and stayed that way for quite a while. Eleven months to be exact. I feel the story should have been longer. The poet and writer within me saw the potential to paint the most beautiful picture with our words. Sadly though not every story deserves a sequel. Not every poem ends sweetly. Thus My Story Ends.

I found out what it felt like to finally be a woman's number one. A powerful and rushing emotion was introduced to me when she would smile at me. I never thought I would be anything less than her... number one. From the beginning of the dates to the second I called her mine. I knew I must be her number one.

Time turned. Places changed. School started and in some way I felt it. Felt it prodding at my heart. I knew she had changed. Her eyes never glowed with the green they had before. Her smiles seemed forced and weak. I had seen this a many a time before.

All the other girls I had "dated" gave me this look within the first few weeks. They would be excited to have finally found a "good guy" and rush for my never ending hugs... then two weeks or so later. Flat on my back I was alone again.

This same dullness aim to me from the girl I loved with all my heart tore my heart and felt as if even my soul a sunder. I couldn't believe in such a short time... Her number one could become her number zero. I was now back at the start. Confused as how I got there exactly, but never the less back at the horrible, lonely, and cold start.

I suppose I shouldn't be too scared of this place. The start is where I had always been really. Before her that is. I was sadly a home away from home within my romance life. I had gotten used to the cold grimy walls. The dripping water and you cant forget the door way that I can't get out of without someone else's key. Yes the prison of being single is much more luxurious to men who wish to stay as such, but not so much for a romantic.

Nothing I can do really. The number zero isn't worth a damned thing in this world anymore. Either you're first, or your worthless to the girl you love. Though she says she will always love me I know she'll never feel the same again. Her heart is cold to me and to the touch. I was the only thing of her past life left. She had freedom. New friends. A life. A life better without me. So I say once more...

Thus My Story Ends.