Maybe it was all a fantasy.

Maybe I just had this romanticized version of you in my head

that you, time and again, have fallen short of 

and, though not entirely your fault, may never really live up to.

You may never come close to my idealized version of you.

Still you would have been enough. 

In the end, all I ever really wanted was for you to show up.

Even that was too much to ask for.