I never thought it would be any different.
There would always be the wanting.
I would fall for a version of a person that couldn't possibly exist.
I adored him from afar, knowing he could never live up to the pedestal I put him on.
I was right. He couldn't.
I thought he would rescue me from all the pain.
Instead, it ate him alive.
I was too scared to ask if it was more with him.
When I ended it, I found out it was.
I would watch the world burn before I gave him up.
And then the world burned.
It took the world burning to realise that I was the common denominator.
Even if a great person showed up, I wouldn't be great for him, let alone be ready enough to recognise that he was great for me.
I became my own prince, my own knight in shining armour. I rescued myself. I was the only one that could after all.
I left the tower. My feet hurt when it met the real world, but at least I knew it was real.
And as soon as the callouses were in place, someone started walking with me.