I don't know what I thought I was going to find.
All I knew is that you wanted me to come and I wanted go.
So I went.

I see it, now.
You look this cute all the time.
It doesn't matter how chaotic your surroundings are;
You remain adorable, and I am in awe.

Your heart wants validation, is desperate for affection.
I could give it to you; and in a way, I do.
But it's not my role.
You have gravitated to me because I can meet your needs.

But I can't, fully.
I can be a reminder that you still have it;
That you are beautiful and intelligent and all-around amazing.
But that's what I am; a reminder.

It's a delicate tension you have,
Wanting for yourself and wishing that I had someone else.
We can't be what we never would admit we wanted;
And what we are now is complicated, at best.

I adore you. If I could, I would make sure you never forgot those words.
But I can't; it's not my role.

I will treasure this time and will be what you need me to be.
That isn't what either of us want, but it will be what we need.