We'd Do It All Again

No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself.

It will hurt. And then one day it won’t. And until then, I will allow this pain to let me grow.

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.

Why do we always love people who don’t love us and hurt people who do love us?

I think the problem was, I viewed him as the golden hour. That one hour of the day around 6 am that the sun turns everything to gold and it feels as though magic exists because there’s no way something so beautiful could be real. But he only viewed me as the sunset always there at the end of the day despite what he did. I no longer think of him as the golden hour and he no longer thinks of me at all and it’s not as easy as it once was. But it’s okay because the golden hour is still my favorite time of morning and one day I know someone will look at me too like I’m magic.