It’s been a while now.
Every night I lay my head down to sleep and turn my back on you. Once collected with so much hope. You would be the one to change me. You would be the one to push me forward.
I waited so long for you. Then, just like that, you were there.
You could’ve changed everything. But, for some reason, the spark was lost.
At least I spent some time with you. It’s better than the others. Many of them caught my eye. But not all of them came home with me.
There are more of you, though. See them over there, waiting on their chance, too?
I’m sorry if you expected more out of me. I really thought you were the one.
Maybe I should’ve given you more of a chance. Maybe I will one day.
But there are so many more out there. They look so good.
You look good, too. But they’re different. I need different.
I can’t just let you go to someone else, though. I need you here. I might need you down the line.
It’s selfish, I know. There are sure to be more joining you, too. I hate that I’m this way.
I can’t control myself. I wish I could.
One will just never be enough. I need to hold one and have one waiting to be next in line. Maybe even more than one.
Definitely more than one.
For now, you’ll sit on my bedside table, while I search for the next great read.