With him, nothing ever seemed certain.
His replies were a two second wait or
a two week pause.

Everything was a competition.
"I'm sure he likes the heels I have on today,
more than that pretty blonde he just checked out."
Some days, he thought I was the prettiest thing.

I'd have to wait till the hype
of the football match finally simmered down
before we could cuddle and laugh.
But there were times where he'd abandon it
and turn the channel to my favourite classic.

I could never be sure
but I gave him everything.

It was so wrong
but it felt so...good.