"Does it hurt when you see him with his arms around another?"

"Why yes, yes of course it does.
What type of person would I be
If I felt no anger,
No hurt,
No pain,
From seeing the man I once loved with his arms around another?"

"But why does it hurt
When you see such things?"

"Well,
I think it's because
The sight of his love beaming on someone else
Makes me ask one of life's most difficult questions.

Why was I never good enough for him?"

As we grow up I think we are taught,
That people are more important
Than they actually are.
We spend most of our days,
searching for something.
A lost soul,
A little life,
An other half to complete the puzzle.

But the part of us missing,
that someone else completes
Is complex, is difficult, is time consuming,
And not every one fits.

Nobody tells us this.
We spend time,
And time,
And time again with those who don’t matter,
And forget those who do.

We are heartbroken when our temporary loves don’t last,
Even though they were never supposed to.
They weren't part of the plan.

So, just when you think that you’re all alone,
Remember the missing piece can only be filled
By someone who is kind,
Who is generous.
Who doesn’t just understand you,
But wants to.
Who doesn’t just hold your hand,
But embraces it.
Who doesn’t just kiss you,
But takes your breath away.”