You'll fight too.

It's that moment when you realize you fell for who you thought he'd be and no who he really was. You realize you've created this person in your mind thinking he would be it and he's not. He's far from it in fact. He's impulsive and selfish and inconsiderate. He's the opposite of how you thought him to be. But it's too late. You fell. And now your broken a little too soon. You realize you have to move on. You aren't, after all, leaving him behind. Your leaving the man you never thought he'd become. You aren't leaving a hero. Or a knight. Or a genius. Or even a friend. Your leaving an immature child. And that's okay. But your heart doesn't understand. That's okay too, mine didn't understand either. I'm still fighting the urge to run. To run back to him. To pretend that he is who I thought and ignore the problems. I'm fighting everyday. And you will to, when you realize who he really is. And how different he should be. And you realize he isn't perfect for you, not yet.