In life, sometimes you come across a man. Who’s a little bit of everything. A little bit of a lover, a little bit of a mentor, a little bit of your compass, a little bit of a heart breaker, someone who guides you through your life and helped you grow. Maybe not with the best intentions, but when you really needed a shoulder to cry on, there he was, to hold you and make love to you. And that was just what you needed. I suppose. Yet you end up broken anyhow, because what they are to you is never what you are to them. Fragile, lost, unwanted. There was really nothing attractive about who I was other than my face.
And years later, I am thankful. For letting me in every time I showed up at his doorstep in tears. For the times I refuged in his bed because the world outside was a horror.
What I am not thankful is, for having to learn that all girls are pretty girls and you are not any fucking special. But the lesson I am thankful for even though I cried all the way home.
If it weren’t for you, my world wouldn’t have been the same. You helped me and while doing so you messed me up even more. But, so nice to have met you.
She Was Sea 