I've always said "you don't always meet people for the reasons you thought you did, or wish you did", and although applicable in any kind of relationship, I focus it on romance.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that although we didn't end up on each others beds, breathing in each others air - like I wish we would have - and although you cut my wings sooner than I wish you would have, and you killed my high sooner than I wish you would have; I accepted where we were about to stand
I accepted that for the thousandth time I was going to watch a muse walk away due to my habit of seeing them as nothing but a muse, as seeing them as nothing but a spur of the moment; spur of inspiration
And I frankly don't have an explanation you know?
I don't have a logical reason for the wall I created between us
And it ***** because pushing you away meant pushing myself away
But I don't know why I am the way I am or why I do the things I do
Anyway…
My pointless point is that we didn't meet to commit, we both know that by now
We met so I could meet someone else, we met so I won't do someone the way I did you, so I don't create with them the barrier I did with you
We met so I could allow myself to take a risk with my muses, we met so I could stop using people simply for my art
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I met you because you weren't for me
And maybe she isn't either,
But I'll have to figure that out by experiment
I guess the point is that now…
After you… I won't just sit here and let my emotions replace my bloodstream without acting on it
I guess,
Thank you
                               - F.V.