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The Girl Who Was Never What You Needed
But she still tried, didn’t she?
You never told me about her.
I had to find out from someone else when it was your tale to tell.
Now I wonder if you compared us. She may have been your secret — and that’s fine — yet I still expected more from the bond we’d forged over late nights and one too many conversations. (Or was I the one in the dark on that one too? Even now, all this time later, I’m still wondering who was played in this scenario.)
I never tried to be the girl of your dreams — that wasn’t my role in the story — but I imagine she did everything she could to be what you wanted. But the fairy tale didn’t last. Cinderella’s dress turned back into rags, and the carriage became just another rotten gourd in the pumpkin patch. The glass slipper shattered.
You decided she wasn’t what you needed.
I don’t have to know the details to realize you were the one who put the brakes on.
You let her go, as simple as that.
And I sit back and think to myself that maybe no one will ever be up to snuff for you.
I can’t help but put myself in her shoes, only to come up with the repeating question: Just what did you expect from her? Will anyone ever be good enough?