The love of the other I never had.

I wasted too much time wishing I could be the person you couldn't help but love, the right person for you. You who didn't see me, didn't know me...didn't know yourself. Did I love you? That is and always needed to be the question. The answer; yes, as best I could I did, I loved you despite you not loving me not because..I stayed with you because.

This is and always needs to be the answer. The question; can I let anyone love me?

"To thine own self be true." William Shakespeare.