Love alone is not enough, a Biography story

Love alone is not enough

I’m not me when I’m with you

I’m not myself when I’m with you

And I don’t like who I became

I’m not the person I once knew

I’m not the person you fell for

I’m not the one you want

I’m no longer the one you need

And I’m not sure I really hate that

I’m not me when I’m with you

And I don’t like who I become

I no longer speak my mind

And I don’t care about the world

I’m not the person to stop caring

And I never want to be

Never again

I’m not me when I’m with you

And I no longer want to be someone else.

Have you ever loved somebody so much it hurt?

Did you ever feels so much that you didn’t care about the rest of the world?

Have you ever loved someone so much you realised you had to let them go? Simply because that person could never love you back the same way? And that person had proven that a dozen times? Leaving you behind to heal the wounds it had caused on your heart?

That is when you realise...love alone is not enough!

I’ve lived to tell the tale, but I just barely made it out alive. Because my heart was torn and tattered and I could only wallow in self-pity.

My heart felt heavy and I never thought it’s wounds would heal, to leave only scars of the past behind.

The love I felt was so deeply. It was so fierce.

It was so true and pure.

It was hard to believe it was real.

Yet it was.

It was real, true and oh so pure. It was all that I wanted. Or so I thought at least. Because for a while I could not have been happier. I could not imagine that love alone wasn’t enough.

Yet I fell down and broke both my spirit and my heart. Because love seemed to be too little. Love didn’t seem to be enough any longer.

Simply because he could not stay faithful. He could not stay true, which was why I could never trust him.

Don’t think he did not love me because he did. I know he did. Somehow I also think I need to believe he did, even if it were a lie.

But he could not keep his wandering eye in check and he could not keep his kisses for himself and me alone . He had to share everything he had. Just because he had never felt the same way I did. To him our love might have been true. But never had it been pure and never had it been real. Never had he believed we could stick together.

And so we did not. I needed someone to need me like I needed them. I needed someone to want love the same way I wanted it. I needed someone to love me the same way I loved them.

Yet that was all an illusion.

Love is different for everyone.

Love comes in so many forms.

Love comes from so many different places.

How could I expect him to be the same as me?

I was stupid. I was foolish. And I soon realised I needed to wake up from my sweet dream. A dream in which fairytales came true. Because life is not a fairytale. And love is not always everlasting. Sometimes it’s short and hasty. It does not make it any less true. Yet it sometimes might make it less pure.

And if love comes in so many shades and colours...then there has to be some hope for me. There has to be a light at the horizon. And someday I’ll find my prince charming. He might not be ever so charming. And he might not truly be a prince. My friends might even call me nuts. But I believe. I believe that when I see him, I will know. I’ve met my prince charming. And my happily ever after might just come true after all.

Let me know what you thought of this. It's a short on it's own standing story. A little true and little false. Nut little white lies are all around don't you agree.