I won’t make the same mistake.
     Not again.
               I won’t let this slip away.
     Not like last time.
          Failing to realize what I could have
                                                                      become.
                                        What we could have been.
But that was a different place,
                      a different time.
I cannot take the wonderings,
                       the what if’s,
                       the uncountable dreams,
                         of what could be.
Because I don’t love her like I loved you.
          But I’m willing to try.
     Even for a month.
               Or less.
          But I cannot try.
                    I may have failed,
                          100 times before this.
But if I, if we, succeed.
          Then it all would be worth it.
     Because I am not a coward.
          I am whatever I deem myself worthy.
And I deserve this.
And I deem myself worthy of courage.
But most of all.
          I not only want you.
     I need you.
And this time.
          You will know.