There's a man in A transparent lockbox

There’s a man I could have loved. He wouldn’t let me in, I couldn’t let him win. I rescinded all my care, I left with no trace. I’d always hoped he’d chase me if I needed him to, but I was left behind on my own merit, cause I wouldn’t suffice to what he wanted me to. I was never the one for him to love, and with time having passed, I now know he was never meant to. There would be no peace if I fell into the traps of my own desires and heart. I have dreams and self-indulgence that would haunt me if I let them go, especially for him. My heart heals a little more each day, though I always think of him, it is usually in hopes that he never comes back so I don’t let him back in. I know that we could have worked, and probably would be great, but I feel like in time I would find tears on my pillowcase from letting him back in. There is clarity with time, but also a longing for what could have been, but was never meant to be. I am glad things turned out the way they did; for us both, I hope I was easy to forget.