It was not that I loved her <br />I loved that she loved me; <br />it was a guilty feeling; <br />something like a drug; <br />I enjoyed the attention <br />reassured that my true love <br />would come along some day <br />and her attraction to me was the gentle light <br />which would make me visible enough <br />for future love to see me in the dimly lit future. <br /> <br />It was not fair to her and I told her one day. <br />'You make me feel special and I like that' <br />I said 'but I also feel guilty because in feeling <br />this way I feel I am cheating you <br />of the love you deserve.' <br /> <br />'I know' she said <br />'You know? ' I said <br />'Sure, it makes me feel good that <br />you feel good from what I do with you. <br />I am not cheated. <br />Love? No. <br />I am just practicing being a good person <br />and like you I am waiting <br />for my true love to come along some day. <br />But every day with you, I am practicing not only <br />to love but also how to be a friend. Friend in the long run <br />is what is left after the passion wans <br />and it lasts a life time.' <br />'You are very smart.' I said. <br />'No, ' she said 'just trying it on for size.'<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-you-like-me-huh/
