From the beginning, she was everything.
He listened to her carefully, and understood
Her pains, her passions, and her complex history.
He loved her for her candor, and her wit:
And gave to her in ways he did not know
He had in him. She got the best
He had to offer: genuine caring, and
Commitment… of time, of money, of energy.
Then… she cheated on him.
With someone richer, more famous, more powerful.
And what could he say?
Sometimes we reap what we do not sew,
Sometimes we harvest what we have not planted:
Sometimes we choose what should not have been chosen.
He knows she’s not “all women”,
But it seems like such a poor return
On that much invested
(Assumption: “People get out what they put into a relationship.”)