Regret...

She loved him enough to wish that he found perfection.
She knew she could not be everything he deserved.
She couldn't give him a mountain of gold.
She couldn't give him purity.
She couldn't look like the models in Vogue.

He deserved the very best,
Something that she could never be.
So, when he walked away she made sure he didn't see her looking back.

She saw him watching her but stayed silent.
She would walk away when she saw him around.
For years, she tried to fight what lived in her heart
because it was for the best of the one who meant the most to her.

She's an idiot.

She still wants him to find a stunning beauty to match his perfection.
She still wants him to find his fortune.
She still wants him to share his talent with the world.
She still wants him to find all those wonderful things he wanted and deserved.

But now, she aches that he's alone.
He's not himself.
He's buried in pain.
The world is being cheated out of the beauty of a human being who is,
like we all are,
a work of divine art.

She blames herself because, maybe,
she could have stayed with her friend
and kept an eye on him,
reminding him of who he truly was made to be,
and making sure he knew he was loved.

Maybe that was all he really needed after all.