I Fall Short

One day I’ll be the man I want to be, the man I wish I were who could confidently say that I deserved to be loved by such an incredible girl.  It’s no fault but my own that I’ve fallen short of expectations: yours, mine, ours.

I understand why your love began to fade.  I am a difficult person to love once the charm wears off.   And while the charm did manage to persist a long time, its shelf-life isn’t forever.  Nothing lasts forever, or does it?  I want to believe that some things do.  I have to believe love lasts forever in some form.  I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t.

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