Soldier

When I fell in love ten years ago, it was with someone I thought was a leader. In the years since then, I've come to realize my mistake. He's not a leader. He's a soldier. He does what he's told.

And, in the absence of explicit orders, he will find someone to give him "advice," which he will then treat as orders. He'll make an excellent right hand man, or a woman's "biggest child," but I wasn't looking for either.

Wonder how I came to make such a mistake. Was it actual, unrealized potential I saw? Or just my own imagination, unexamined through the confusion and chaos that is the rest of my life.

But I could never be satisfied by a mere follower.