We had so many moments when I needed you and I did not know where to get you, and if I knew we were just that. Do you know what it means to be with somebody who is in trouble? Obviously the answer is yes, because my shoulder has counted every tear and sigh every time you needed it. But I? Who cared for me when I needed your presence and offered only my expectations? God, both.
I never wanted expensive, material things, I was not an avaricious, and I did not want to know because when I was not physically next to each other, we had a place to look at each other, separated but together. I wanted cheap money but still very hard to offer. I wanted moral support, soul help, quiet, love. I wanted trust and devotion, I wanted shared love. I never understood how you can bother a man with a simple presence until you want to go and never come back, proving that our feelings were not the same wavelength. And I stopped bothering you.
Thank you for not having any idea how to love me! Maybe that's why I needed to realize that I needed a man who wanted me and soul, not just physically. Relationships can have hundreds, but love how many? To answer that.