I had spent my life always being told that when you found your person, time isn't a concept in your relationship or your feelings for them. I finally realised that everyone was right when I had met you. We had our first date within two days of us even meeting. We said "I love you" to each other by the third week of us dating. You started referring to me as your girlfriend to your friends and work colleagues by the fourth week. By the fifth week, you spent so much time at my house you basically lived there.
There was just something about you that felt like home. My soul was at peace, it was as though I had spent my whole life waiting for you. Things were happening so fast that my friends regularly asked "how can you be so sure he loves you? You barely know each other" to which my answer always was;
I knew you loved me when you spent an hour and a half driving to my house at the most random times of day and night. For those who didn't know us then, he lived in Kwinana and I was in Wundowie. I had you jumping through hoops, I didn't want you spending the night at first so you would drive to come and see me, hang out for a few hours and then leave at some ungodly hour and drive all the way home. And you'd do it day after day. You even slept in my spare bedroom when I was struggling to get to sleep...because you know, two people and a giant puppy on a double bed is not a good idea. I knew you loved me when you would drop everything you were doing and sometimes even cancel plans to help me out or come and give me a cuddle when I was sad. I Knew you loved me when you drove an hour to the hospital I was admitted to after having a seizure that caused spinal and head injuries. I knew you loved me when you discharged me and drove me home and missed out on days of work to take care of me. I knew you loved me when you cleaned my whole house for me after being told to go on bed rest. I knew you loved me when you left work, drove 35 minutes to pick me up when I was feeling an episode come on and not only that, but walk inside to escort me to the car. I knew you loved me when you left me in your apartment all day with your dogs whilst you went back to work.
But then after a few months, you chose her. You wanted her. I was no longer your priority. I was no longer the girl you wanted to spend all your time with. You stopped putting in effort. You stopped telling me how much I mean to you. Your attention was with her. And I let it happen. I should have seen it coming. But I didn't, and now here I am entertaining your mediocrity so I can still keep you.
