I saw something recently,

that talked about how in your relationships, 80 percent is what you should strive for.

That 100 percent is nearly impossible,
so if 80 is fulfilled,
you should be thrilled.


This, I do agree with.


Instantly, and without a second thought, he gave me the 80 that I begged you for years to at least pretend to extend my way.

Never, ever will I have to beg for an “I love you so much,” or a thousand “you’re so beautiful” from him.

He wants to have a family and be an active, present participant in all things that entails.

He is so excited to do anything as long as I’m there, and isn’t upset at the sight of other peoples happiness.

He does not use anger or fear to intimidate me or others around him.

And he has never left me, broken on the floor, drowning in my own tears while I question my worth.

Sometimes I wake in the morning, with a heart so full of gratitude, filled by the man who feels like so many answered prayers, that the overflow can only come out in the form of joyous tears.

And it makes me feel so overcome with guilt that you and your stupid 20 percent,

though coming from a place of pain,

in the dead of night,


leave me sobbing all the same.