Sometimes I wish I could find love in another you.
Someone who looks just like you, talks just like you, stands the same way you do, fixes her glasses the same way you do, smiles at me just for me the way you do.. Everything about you. Everything that comes with you. You as another you. Because you’re damn near perfect. The only thing is you never saw in me what I saw in you.
And maybe somewhere along the lines you did. But it obviously wasn’t as strong as what I had for you.
But I realize.. I don’t think that I want you as another person. Even if they had you down to the very last detail.. I guess they still wouldn’t be you. And that’s all I really want.. The only thing I wish for. And even with my ridiculous wishful thinking, I realize that there’s only one of you, and there will only ever be one of you.
But you found the one somewhere else.