To a Lost Love

by Inge
(Dortmund, Germany)

Dear Lost Love,

I wasn’t quite good enough for you, even though you were more than good enough for me.

You were too tall, lanky with hair that looked like it had never been combed. You were a little cynical, a little optimistic, but mostly just a lovely, caring man. You told me I was sexy and that you enjoyed my company.

I went on vacation and a week later you even told me you missed me.

But in the end, you wanted to be friends. Just. Friends. Perhaps the two most dreaded words in the English language to a woman. I don’t quite understand. You made advances. You told me you had thought of me, in that way, many times. But even after all that, you just wanted to me to be your buddy. I still am your friend. Why? I can't seem to stay away from you. And yet, I can’t help but be a little angry that you led me one for that entire year.

I should not be so obsessed. After all, you are a little bit too tall for me, a little too weak, a little too moody. Oh, who am I kidding? I didn't really mind those things.

In the end, you never could learn to love my flaws, even though I loved yours.

Love, You know who

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