"He was the only man who ever really loved me, who ever really cared about my everything every..."

“He was the only man who ever really loved me,

who ever really cared about my everything every day.

He took care of me even when I was perfectly capable

of coming to my own aid. He was just that type

of man, type of nurturer, type of lover that I should have never

let go. He was always there, always behind me,

always defending me when my arms were too tired

to keep fighting. He wasn’t like the other men

that I had the misfortune of intertwining my life with.

He was different, he loved me. He wasn’t ashamed

of admitting that he wanted me, needed me, had to have me

always in all ways. In his eyes I was the light that never

diminished, the fire that never needed to be rekindled.

I’m writing this and I’m hating myself more than ever,

and I am cursing my hands for pushing him out of my life.

I’m writing this and I’m remembering everything we had,

everything he did, everything that I’ll never find again

because I know that he deserves someone who isn’t

afraid of being loved so much, so often and so sincerely.”

- “He loved me and I let him go," - Colleen Brown