Shallow Pools & Deep Oceans

I'm not sure you loved me. Truly. Maybe a little bit, or maybe it was infatuation. Maybe you loved who you could be with me.

But I learned from this how selfless my love is. I broke my own heart for you and walked away. You walked away and then subjected me to more pain. Not only do I now have to live without you, your love, your voice—everything that you are—but you didn't stop for one moment to consider how your actions would cut me to my core. 

You chose a path and made decisions without a second thought towards me. 

To me, you were the path. But that path destroyed you, so I let you go. 

So, thank you for showing me in the aftermath of my heartbreak that it wasn't matched the way I thought it was. 

I wouldn't spend a second of my time not considering my actions and how they could affect you. At least, I used to. I don't think it was dishonest or malicious. But I think you loved who you were with me. What you were capable of. Who you saw in the mirror with my eyes reflected back at you was what you craved. There is a part of me who believes nobody is ever truly in love with someone else. But who we are with them. And maybe that's why we fall out of love so easily and lose the spark of connection we once had with someone. Maybe it's never actually them, we see, until a canon event where you lose them.

Thank you for showing me that the love you had for me was a shallow pool. And I deserve the ocean.