lack of appreciation
I convince myself some days that you are it, but whenever the opportunity arises to take action those feelings fade and I realize you're not exactly what I wanted. You've loved me before you knew me, you continued to love me after you found out who I was and even when I told you I couldn't love you, you still make an effort to remind me that I am loved by not only yourself, but by all of our friends. With you I have no shame, no mask to hide under, no lies to fabricate. A breathe of fresh air that I take whenever I lose myself in my reality of an ocean. I miss you most days, but the most on my worst days. I know this but I still cannot find that romance in us. That time is nothing more than a passing memory. A blueprint of an ideal relationship, where its design will not progress farther than its models. We could have been.
