(this doesn’t really go with the prompt!)

I chose you.

I chose you,

And that should mean something.

It was like picking a flower.

But not because you’re beautiful,

Or smell nice.

It was because you made me feel something,

As a flower does.

Though, in the end,

The flower dies.

Similar to the love I had

For the idea of you and I.

I chose you.

I chose you,

And that should mean something.

Though, in the end,

It really meant nothing.