Searching For Happiness

I never really knew what I was looking for before you came along. I always thought I would just follow some invisible path of existence and it would lead me to wherever I was meant to be in the end. I did not want to question who you were or who I was; I wanted to believe that somehow we would be the person each of us needed, nothing more, and nothing less.

Even though you were just about as lost as I was, I felt like we gave each other some sense of direction. The only issues were that the directions we gave each other led to opposites ends of the tunnel. I think we both realized our faults at some point, but neither of us knew exactly how to face those faults or how to fix any of it. 

We were constantly searching for solutions in a place we would never find any real solutions. We wasted our value through past times and excuses of covered-up dislikes. Why didn’t you just tell me I was going in the wrong direction? Maybe we could have faced our fears together or found a solution to all of our problems.

What bothers me the most is- Why didn’t you reach out for me? Was I too far gone? Or did you just not care anymore. You let me walk away because you stopped searching for the me you wanted me to be. You knew I would never be the one you would always need. You needed more than I could give you. I would never make you happy. I wasn’t the end of you searching for your own happiness, I was just the beginning. It was with me that you realized you weren't happy.