And you’ll admire her from afar the same way she did you. Waiting. Wishing. Hoping.
I didn’t want to burden you with a love I knew you’d struggle to reciprocate.
Instead of leaving you reminded time and time again you’d stay.
Someone treating you this well has got to be too good to be true.
I’d tell you how floored I am by all you do, not just for me but for everyone.
I saw myself in the hallways as texts messages and whispers made her feel so alone.
He’ll play you every which way because you let him.
The effort has got to match. The respect has got to be mutual.
Even the strongest girls get tired of waiting.
There wasn’t a party, friend or night out that compared to waking up next to someone who chose me every day.