The perfect one

he used to ask me about. Do you believe in it? Do you believe in love? He would talk hours away on these topics, and everything I said would be truths. Although, I was never able to answer him.

We would talk of many things, talk so many nights away. I would rant and rave to him about life and living, and he would listen to my every word. He would ask of me to be comforted, and to be wanted, as he claimed to want me. I would laugh at him and call him cute and naive.

We still talk about many things, but he has left me. It is no longer my comfort he is craving, my words are no longer truths. His want is on someone else, and for me it is too late. I guess I was not

the perfect one.