it is a man

I was dating a man, easily the best man that has ever taken an interest in my life. He is good, kind, intelligent and unique. And he didn't want me. After he ended things and I sat in the shower and cried for an hour, and after I let the emotion wash over my soul with all the loneliness and pain it could I forced myself to stand. And still now in those moments when the sadness engulfs me for not being enough, for not being his one, for being alone again I force myself to stand. And each time I do I remember pieces. Pieces of the good we shared. Pieces of my life that will always bring a smile and eventually a pain won't follow that smile.