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.