He was different.
I admired him.
He thought of himself as average.
But, oh I knew better.
He was smart.
And kind.
And handsome, unconventionally.
He was a friend and he was genuine.

I started to love him.
I really didnt mean to.
But he held me when I hurt.
And he said I made him forget his pain.
Still, I knew he was someone elses.
And not mine.
I couldnt have him.
Perhaps, thats why I needed him so desperately.

We were polar opposites.
He was responsible and cautious.
Im the girl who risks it all.
He was quiet,
And I was a tornado in a push up bra.
But finally, I had to let that man go.
He stayed with me though.
Deep down in my soul,
somewhere.