Nothing But Pain

I wish I hadn’t met you.

At the time I was thrilled.  Caught up in the moment.  Fulfilling a lifelong dream.  

You were everything I had wished and hoped you would be.  The honeymoon phase lasted a good few years.

And then everything changed.

I could tell you exactly when that happened; the day and the place, but that would make me look more pathetic than I already do, so why would I add fuel to that fire?

You became distant and I became awkward.  Awkwardness changed to bitterness.  And after bitterness I just withdrew.  I didn’t like the people you chose to surround yourself with, and I didn’t like the person the situation had made me become.

So, I wish I hadn’t met you, because then my dreams would still give me comfort.  Instead they bring me nothing but pain.