I thought I loved a man,
a man he is not.
I thought I loved a man compelled with feeling a compassion.

I thought I loved a man,
a man who has seen the world through eyes I have not yet to experience.

I thought I loved a man,
who was stubborn, who was blunt.
I thought I loved a man,
who could not break.

I have never been more wrong.

I loved a man who was not afraid to feel.
I loved a man who expressed who he was through his words.
I loved a man who'd sit down and cry, and not be ashamed.

I loved a man who I thought was a man,
a man he is not.

Yet a boy transitioning into a man,
a transition.

A beautiful transition.