I want to know the little things, what you had for breakfast, what ruined or made your day, the color of the sky on your way to work.
I’m always asking questions, maybe a lot of silly questions, but it is because I want to talk to you. You.
Because I’ve come to care about you.
Do you feel the same about me?
Is your first thought in the morning, “How is she?” Do you wonder what I’m up to halfway through the day?
Do you want to share all the crazy memes you stumble on just to hear me laugh?
Are my lips the last thing you think of every night?
Because if I don’t make you feel like this, then there is no point in there being an “us.”
Because I want to see that smile, your real smile. The one from that first night together, when you looked me in the eye with nothing but pure joy in the moment.
So, if I’m not this for you, I want you to find someone who will be this for you.
Maybe then you will stop holding back. Let yourself risk the heartrending, excruciating pain that can come if things go south.
Because what you can gain in return is beautiful. Powerful. Wonderful.
So, if I’m not this for you, I will say goodbye. Walk away.
I will be sad for a while. But in time, I will be fine.
I will cherish the memories. Forever wishing you well, forever grateful to have seen that smile and to have been the reason for it.
Sowan Writes 