Scared of the Gift
You flew away from me.
I was too busy counting crows to see I had missed the dove...
Maybe I shouldn't be comparing you to birds.
But I have to say this, for someday you might find these words.
I have been ripped apart elegantly. That's to be expected when any beautiful woman will fall in love with a man.
And it pains me to admit that the man you loved wasn't me. You may not have realized it, but I saw it in your eyes.
You only loved the idea of me. You loved taking care of me because I needed it, and you loved being needed, just as I do.
That's why I loved you.
When it comes down to it, love isn't always enough. We were too perfect a match. We both had scars in our eyes and our worlds were askew. Neither of us could tell at the time that we were in the most painful kind of love. It always ends in tragedy.
That's why I ran.
I was a man lucky enough to find a person to love and that person truly loved me back. To be scared of such a gift is insanity.
So now you know why I have run away, although you may not understand. Please read and re-read these words so when I return, I can understand it all myself with your help.
And I will return.
Fin
First shot at this pov.