I met someone new. She's kind. Funny. Patient...

I met someone new. She's kind. Funny. Patient with my baggage. But I keep comparing. Keep looking for you in her. Keep measuring. It's not fair to her. She deserves someone present. Not someone haunted. I told her I need more time. She understood. She's too good for me. Maybe that's the lesson. I need to heal before I can love again.