You say you are a loser,
but you weren't in my eyes,
not until now...
when you decided
to throw away
my love for you.
Everything else
could have been
worked out,
but without love,
what's the point?
You weren't a loser
for a low-paying job,
for your car breaking down,
for being on food stamps,
for living in a cheap apartment...
just money and circumstances.
They didn't make up
who you were as a person.
I still believed in you.
It wasn't about that.
I am not that shallow.
You could have lived with me,
worked part time, given me
a couple hundred dollars a month
to help with the mortgage,
and I would have helped
you buy a car, paid
for your tuition to
go back to school.
I was never about
keeping score...when
you love someone,
that's what you do...
and someday, I would
have been the one who
needed your help and
you would have been there.
That was the plan,
love was the plan,
give-and-take...
unconditional and pure,
sharing everything,
having someone to
stand by your side,
because life lived
being alone...
is not a life at all.
But you were on a path
to self-destruction,
and it wasn't about the money.
It was about you refusing
to let anyone love you.
My wants were simple...
a hand to hold,
a glass of wine shared,
a walk on a tree-lined lane,
a kiss and backrub after
a long day at work,
a body to snuggle next to
in my bed at night.
I am really an easy
woman to love...
I loved you for more
than what others saw.
I saw the good that
others missed...
That is what love
allows you to see.
We could have been beautiful together,
but you chose goodbye instead.
You chose aborting our love
over giving it life.
