My Love Reality

I have wasted six years on you. Six long years of me thinking that one day it’ll be me and you, six years thinking one day I’ll come back and we’ll be happily ever after. I have spent six long years being everything to you. Your friend, your lover, a repeat offender. I have loved you. My heart has always been yours for six long years, and you tell me about the one that got away, and the one that left you. Neither of them is me. You selfishly put me in the position to be your confidant, your advisor. We talk business, and yet, I’m still the only one in love. I’m still the only one foolish enough to hang on to hope when you have shown me and in ways told me, that it is not me. It will never be me. Six years. Six long years. I have given everything to you. I have encouraged you, I have educated you, I have been honest, kept my feelings true. Six long years. I have looked out for you, I have stood by while you chased other girls, and still slept with me at night. But it’s not about the past, we’re still here, now. I have locked my heart up for you, for six years. I have passed on many other loves, to sickeningly be faithful to you, and I was never an option. You have lied to yourself, thinking we could ever be more than we were. You think by repeating yourself that you’ll begin to believe the lies you’re forcing down your heart. It was never me. I was never her, not before, not six years later. I have foolishly been so naive. For six years, I have been in love with the same man, that has never, and will never be in love with me.