She was alone, and I thought she could use some company. Just a laugh or two, anything to make that forlorn aura dissipate.
Talks turned to walks, and walks into dates. I wore myself on my sleeves, and rolled them up while I pried into her most hated forms. She wasn’t so bad, not to me.
Time flew as I poured myself into her, our eyes locked, souls bared wide.
Or so I thought.
No, for she looked beyond, to a place where I no longer existed. A place where strife was an old friend, and lonliness preferable company.
Perhaps she wasn’t ready yet, or maybe she was - just not for me.