But He Is Not You
But he is not you
By: Dakota Cowan
He was ideally perfect. But he was still not you.
His touch was soft, but yours was firm and assertive.
His kiss was initiment. But mine was not.
His hugs were warm and safe, but his heart beat did not match yours.
His presence was a sense of protection, but I wasn't looking to be protected.
His eyes were the prettiest shade of green, but blue is still my favorite color.
He has the most perfect curls, placed in just the right spot. But I liked his hair better when it was wet and wavy. Like yours is when it is dry.
His texts made me smile, but yours gave me butterflies. He made his feelings clear, but for some reason I like mysteries.
His body fit perfectly against mine, but his arms rested a little bit lower than yours did.
His personality was a lot like me, but I didn't want someone like me, I wanted you.
He was protective, but it wasn't his eyes that I wanted to meet when I scanned the room, it was yours.
His laugh was soft and cute, but yours was contagious.
When he calls me beautiful, I think back on the first time you did. He listens to my concerns, but I liked it better when I was the listener.
His height was ideal, but yours was perfect.
His goodbyes were kisses on the lips, but I like them
better on my forehead.
He answered my questions with actual answers, but a part of me wanted them to be answered with another question.
When we made plans he followed through with them, but a part of me wanted him to back out at the last minute.
He held me close, but he didn't hold me as tight as you once did. He picked good movies to watch, but not the same ones we did. He supported my bad ideas, but I was not looking for support, I was looking for logic.
He looked into my eyes with security, but I wanted to see the risk. Our love could have been easy, but I don't like easy, I like impossible.
He is a great guy, but he's still not you.
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