MISERY

is walking through broken glass
is finding something, then losing it
is walking away when you want to stay

Carrie was short, brunette and the cutest girl. She liked me. For some reason, unbeknownst to me, she liked me. She asked me out. I questioned why a girl, pretty like her, would ask me out. I stuttered with my response, but I said yes. We did all the things boyfriends and girlfriends do, yet I was distant. She was my first girlfriend and I always questioned why. Why would someone like her like someone like me? I constantly wondered. I was off in my own world, when she decided to leave. I didn't question. I thought, she had found what she deserved - ' someone better than me.' Only now, years since I realize I loved her. Realizing you were in love and then realizing you had love and lost it is misery. I take solace in the fact, I shouldn't be alone long. You know what they say, 'Misery loves company.'