I don’t know how to feel or think

When it comes to you

and where I fit on my end

And I feel so lopsided

You are my soul mate

You are the man of my dreams

But, I am not yours

And that’s ok, right now~~~

But will I ever rise above your past?

The memories?

The regrets?

The loss?

Will I ever become your dream girl?

Or will someone, someday

sit and hear the stories of “us”

on a Saturday morning?

NM 3-3-10