Different

This story is about a guy falling in love with someone who he thought was different. Though, when he looked at the big picture, they weren't different at all.

"Different"
You were different.
A certain kind of different.
The kind I've never seen before.
The kind that makes you wanna fall in love.
The kind that keeps you up at night.
The kind you see in the movies or hear in a song..
That's the kind of different you were.

Everything started out slow, fun and happy.
I could never picture myself with anyone else but you.

You were perfect in everyway!
From your soft, fluffy, long hair
To your sexy brown eyes, and beautiful smile.
In other words, perfection.

Then it became a point of watching movies together
Going to eat together
Cuddling together
Just being together.
Little did I know, I would find myself in love.

In love with someone who finally loved me back for who I am.

Finally someone wanting to spend all there time with me.
Finally want to love me!
Though I was wrong..
very wrong..
So wrong.

Instead, I gave someone my heart and lost who I am for you.

You weren't different.
You weren't who I thought you were.
You turned out to be everything I hated.

How long would you have kept me away myself before you told me what's up?

At times I sat up at night, driving myself crazy trying to figure out where the hell I went wrong?

Where did I go wrong?

Everytime I tried to figure out, i couldn't find the answer.

I couldn't grasp how two people could be so... intimate. So close. So attached, to then become so cold to one another.

Maybe I viewed love in a different way.
Maybe I wasn't what you thought I should be?
I was so caught up with loving you, maybe I lost myself in the process.

But sometimes I ask myself, "did I ever know myself?"

I don't know..
You were different
But not so different.

Author's Note

What could I improve? What does this story mean to you?

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[Srchaud]

So I am not good at poems so I cannot offer advice on what to improve but I can tell you what it means to me.
Its the mask we wear when we meet someone for the first time. The mask of perfection. Perfect hair, perfect cloths, perfect words and deeds. We wear these masks fooling other people into thinking we are different then the ones who came before. Yet in the time the truth is we are all the same.
Those masks cracks and fall away and are true self begins to show. In other words at first you were different then in the end once the mask is gone, you end up being not so different.
Now I say u even though the poem is refering to someone else but I think there is a truth from this we all can learn. How do we look to others, are we ever really in the end the same person we were in the beginning.