After so many nights of tears on my sheets, friends building me up, and late night phone calls to my mother asking her why love has to hurt so bad; you came back.
You came back to let me know I was always a second option, that things are not going well and you miss the way I treated you.
I gave you so much love that when it came time to be on my knees, begging you to stay, I had enough.
I never believed someone who claimed to love me so much, would just up and go. I forgave you
After 7 months you still run through my veins like the first day we met, having you back would be an ultimate blessing, maybe even a curse in disguise.
You had my heart in the palm of your hand. Better yet, our hearts were intertwined and since then I have grown stitches.
So come back to get the love I have always wanted to give you, or leave before I fall flat on my face; I am embarrassed enough to know that I was never at the top of your list. I was sure you would come back without a second thought, but I have quickly learned that people are not driven by fate, or greater powers.
They have a choice, You had a choice.
and I was not it