She Never Understood.

A friend of mine asked me, out of the blue whether or not I thought of myself as a ‘quitter’. Although i knew what she was referring to, i just had to ask what she had meant just so i could explore her explanation. She mumbled out “You gave up on love after two years, what if it was about to reach you?”. My answer didn't stumble out, it was blurted out. All i could reply to her with was whoever i was waiting for just wasn't coming, that i had tried everything for him to love me and he, well, just couldn't. I’m not a quitter at all and I never saw myself as one, but someone who wanted to be happy without love and carry on hoping for someone else to love me.