I wish I had asked why years ago.

If our whole lives together he was unsure, always looking for the next romantic love story why was he with me. Why could he never let me go? Why did he live with me, buy a house with me? Why? Why? Why?

He was constantly searching. Why was he with me? Why did he fuck with my head so bad? Why did he just not leave me alone or break up with me years ago. Why did he keep me around? Why did he always look around? Why? Why? Why?

I wish he had. I wish he would have left me years ago. I wish I had really looked at him and seen who he really was. I think my mind was so clouded by my heart that I really never saw how unfulfilled he was with us. I wish I had asked why years ago.