Throughout my life, I came into contact with different females.
Each one with their own unique experience.
Some shape or form, I love each & every one of them.
But looking back now, I realized they were never “the one” for me...

There were some who I could get along with,
Some I get into it with,
A few with good hearted intentions
& others jealous & insecure affections.
One can be protective.
Another manipulative.
This one time, a woman just needed a man like me for comfort.
Yet, thought about her ex as she wish he would come back & put in more effort.

If there was one thing they all had in common, it was telling me-“ you're simply just different.”
I never understood that phase.
I just live life simple & treated them with respect....
Maybe that’s what separates me from the rest...
I don’t know.

I’m sure they wonder if I think about them.
I wonder if they still think about me.
My love I have for them can’t vanish ever, even if I tried.
It’s “love” not “in love”  however; I could never keep it hidden inside.

Have you ever felt this way?