I know you don't want me, truly. The only reason we're still together is because you like to use me for the attention I give you, and I let you. I know I shouldn't, because I deserve better, but you showed me care like I hadn't known before.
Even though you don't show it anymore, I hope that one day you'll go back to desperately wanting to talk to me. I like feeling wanted.
Now I'm the one who has to beg for your attention, even though in the end, you're the one receiving it. That's how we play this game. I come running to you for your love, but end up being the one who has to give.
It doesn't bother me though, because at least I'm able to talk to you, and that's enough for me.
I miss those days where I'd check my phone to see a flurry of messages from you wondering about me, asking me what I was doing. That's how I knew you cared for me, and wanted to talk to me.
We're beyond that now, not because we don't care, but because we've matured. At least, that's what I'd like to believe, because in many ways, we still haven't matured, and you haven't changed that much either.
I've stayed by your side despite the harm you've caused me, because I love you. I don't want to be another person on your list of people who have left you, and I'm determined to be the one who stays until the end.
You probably know that too, and that's why you tried to leave me again, because you know I deserve better. It hurt the first time, and I didn't want to go through it again a second time, so I held on tighter. We stayed.
Nothing is perfect.
~Ossie~
