She

She wasn’t my first love.

She wasn’t my longest, deepest love.

She was selfish, arrogant, and rude.

She would argue against each of those labels for hours on end.

She took me ages to woo, I had to prove myself over and over again.

She wasn’t worth all that effort.

She didn’t share my interests, she didn’t get my sense of humor, she didn’t like my family, my friends, not even my cat.

She was boring company, most of the time.

She was only a part of my life for four short, painful months.

She has never left my mind.