2015, you’re done.
“Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.” ― Confucius
When I saw you for the first time I slept with you.
When you saw me the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th , 6th, 7th time etc…… I more than cared for you.
You decided to leave when I decided to come back.
You never promised me anything. You never TOLD me anything.
I asked. You answered “I can’t promise you anything”
Back and forth we went.
Last on your list I will stay. Never moving upward. “We’re friends.”
You. Top of my list with hearts and stars all around your name.
You asked me to come with you, I said yes, and then you never spoke about it. I never brought it up, because I knew it wasn’t true.
Lots of things I knew. But I still stayed, regardless of your departure.
Then it was real…legit…you gave me the date. I hated you in the moment for leaving me.
Then you said “We’re just friends.”
My heart is in your backpack. FYI.