a fool

He wanted to do stupid things for love.

To risk, to chase, to believe.

Doing it all over again.

Being in the same loop.

Like how I am doing it to him.

How lucky the next girl will be,

I thought.

To have that version of him.

The one that finally knows how to love,

Loudly,

Deeply,

and mean it.

I wish it was me he was referring to.

The one who taught him patience,

and pain.

The one who stayed,

While watching him leave the door open,

Just enough for him to come back,

Or for me to run back.

But it wasn’t.

It never was.

I was only the lesson,

And someone else will be the reward.

Love, Juita.