Wings

So Kayla tells me that her ex (before me) won't take her back. Says something to the affect that she isn't worth the frustration. She wants him so much and can't have him, cares so much yet he won't care back. And she knows how I feel now, and how fucked up it is that it has worked out this way. It's really fucked up. And I almost like hearing that she now knows how much pain I feel, but then I realize deep I just want her to be happy, even if I'm not the one doing it. But I love her, and I know she thinks she loves him, but they don't love each other. She's just staring into the past, and won't look foreword. God if I could only show her one more time how much I love her, even if she would tear me apart again, I'd still do it, so she could feel loved for a short time. She gave me wings for the time I was with her, though it wasn't long. And even now, I can remember that feeling, that insatiable, constant, high of love. The memory lingers, the feeling, though faded, is here. And while the dark is closing in on me again, that is my one hope to find love again.