Love Changes-A beginning

If not for my love he would have been a different person. He would now be a man. Able to stand alone in a harsh world. A father to the children he never got the chance to know. He might actually have found a wonderful wife, someone who worshipped him and hung on his every word.

Instead, he has me. I am the difficult, wayward patch of earth that never seem to grow anything but weeds. I am that one strand of hair that refuses to lay down no matter how much grease or water or hair gel you use. I am that thing of regret and remorse.

It was not always so. Once, when love meant something tangible, I was the light in his life. I was his muse and his sunshine. I would have given anything just to be near him and he gave everything to be near me. In retrospect, I should have seen it would not last.