Before you, life was the tired, same old melody,
repeated in every club, on every floor,
in every bed; the same story,
the same personalization of every man's expectation.
I was not waiting.
I refuse that old cliché.
I will not pretend to be whole by you.
I am whole by me,
and broken still,
and made new every day.
But I am different, and here's why:
Before you, hours could disappear every day in silence.
Before you, I didn't know that a partner was a best friend, a constant,
standing there after you did your worst.
Before you, I knew what grief was,
I had seen my own born in the face of someone who died as I held their hand.
I have sat with someone I have known all my life, knowing she wasn't there anymore.
I knew what it was like to be someone's more when they wanted less.
Someone's too much.
I still don't know how it feels to be sufficient, even though I am.
To be your everyday, your forever; but I hope by tomorrow I'll understand.
//By me//
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