I waited for him.
I always waited for him.
When we would flirt and get close.
I waited.
And when he backed away to be with someone else.
I waited.
When he called needing to talk about whatever girl he broke up with.
I waited.
When he would get drunk and his feelings slipped about me.
I waited.
When the cycle repeated mercifully over the next year.
I waited.
When he told me "you are my person" "I need to talk to you,"
I held onto that more than I should've.
And once again, I waited.
I don't think I'll ever stop waiting for you.