Better than me.
Better than Hypothetical disasters and overanalyzed bridges not yet crossed,
In that special
Kind of way
I fear I’ll never be so-so, on my best of best days.
But most of all,
She deserved better,
Better than me
Telling her she deserved better than me
Because, it’s her emotions
It’s her beliefs,
She’s loves me
And she certainly deserved better
To be able to tell me when things weren’t fair
To tell me when/if her feelings changed. That she was strong enough or if she needed help. That she deserved a chance to see if she could help me if she wanted to, which it turns out she did, in any way she could. She deserved to make up her own mind and tell me when she foresaw a problem. And then the chance to make recommendations upon; to help me to work with her to solve any problem that potentially appeared. She deserved more. Far, far more than I gave her.
So it then appears, that by my belief that she deserved more than me. I made decisions on my own and in turn proved she deserved more than what I gave her.
Now I can only hope,
and I'm not sure I deserve her.
But I hope she still feels I do.