He literally was awful.
I understand I shouldn't be with him. If you place something so sharp against something so soft it will always get cut.
I'm happier by myself than I ever was when I was with him. I never felt like I needed him. He wasn't all that attractive.
But he had that one thing about him.
He was him.
And he did him so well.
And I liked him for being... him. There was something about him being him which was so intoxicating.
He had a presence.
I know I can find guys with better qualities than him. Guys who I'm more compatible with. He wasn't even that good of a person.
But it just feels wrong.
They don't have his quirks.
Yet, I don't think I can ever take him back. I don't think he would dare try to return either. But in the back of my mind I wonder if there could still be something there...
I think I truly loved him for who he was.
That's when I realized I wasn't the one who had lost.
He loved me for who he imagined I was.
So while my affections grew;