It feels as though
for the first time in two weeks
I'm actually happy.

The way you laugh at my stupid jokes
and try to make me laugh at your's,
it works every single time.

The way your eyes fill with worry
when you can tell I've been crying
and you sweetly ask Are you okay?

The way you try to find ways to make me happy
even if it's something
that you normally wouldn't do.

The way you always wait for me
before we temporarily part ways,
just so you can hug me tight.

And I know that you're with her,
but I also know she doesn't always make you happy
the way that you always deserve to be.

She doesn't deserve a man like you,
and although I don't think I do either,
all I really want is this:

To make you happy
and to make you smile
and to make you laugh
and to make your day that much better,
just like you already do for me.



                                                                                                                    (w.n.)