Sometimes we fall for the wrong person, even though we think they are the right one.

We met my first semester of college, I would say it was love at first site, but we both know it wasn't. Not for you anyway. I was to plain. With curly brown hair, minimum make up, and wearing jeans and hoodies most of the time, I wasn't your type.

You were the boy every girl fell over herself to even sit beside in class. You had an air about you that said dangerous and protective all at the same time.

You chose me to be your partner in one of our classes. Shock would never begin to cover what I felt.

"It can only be because I have an A+ average." I thought.

After class we got together for our study group, that's when you asked me to the movies.

Obviously I said yes. I mean what girl in their right mind wouldn't.

Things took off from there. I fell fast and hard. I thought you did as well.

A date turned into two, and that turned in to me changing my relationship status on MySpace.

We were good together. I learned so much from you.

Your family accepted me as one of their own.

I thought we would be together forever. We were talking marriage, and babies. We even had names picked out.

I never thought things would go so wrong.

You were in the Army and had to deploy. We had a rough time while you were gone. We suffered a great loss. I grieved with your family. We weren't married so you couldn't come home. You didn't have time to slow down to cry.

I thought everything would get better when you got home. We threw a party and had all you buddies over. You got plastered. I was worried about your grumpy hangover. I didn't realize I had other things to worry about.

A few weeks later we were settling into our normal routine. Work and school. "I love you, see you soon." Be came out normal phrase.

Until one night a knock on the door came. It was a friend of one of your battle buddies friends. We didn't really know her. She said she needed to talk to you that it was important.

I knew automatically why.

She was beautiful. Skinny. Dressed to the nine's. She was nothing like me.

The night of your party, I was worried about the wrong head. I shouldn't have worried about you having a hangover, I should have been worried about heartbreak. My heartbreak.

She was pregnant with your child. A mini you. Your second chance.

I should have known that I wasn't good enough.

Maybe I wasn't good enough for you.

Or maybe I was too good for you.

I stayed faithful to you through war. I stayed faithful through fights and arguments that would send a lot of girls running. I loved you through it all.

You however couldn't keep it in your pants one drunk night and had to rip us all apart.

After years of second guessing myself worth, and wondering where I went wrong I have finally figured it out.

You weren't good enough for my love.

I deserved so much more then the heartache and tears you left me with. I deserved the world you promised me.

Let me tell you. One day, I'll have it.