actually, you’re blocked. you don’t get to see me move on. you don’t get to see me find real love. you don’t get to see me thrive. but you’ll hear about it. you’ll catch a glimpse. you’ll wonder “what if”. forever. speculation is your closure, actually.
i’m condescending, arrogant and stubborn. i’ll refuse to admit i am wrong until you can prove you’re right. i’ll talk down on your points with a smug smile. i’ll let you walk away if you believe that’s what’s best. but if you stay? i’ll love you through every tribulation with no regrets. i’ll cherish all the pieces that make you my man. i’ll fight my whole life for you, for us, for what we stand for. i’m not perfect. but if you’re the one, then there’s nobody else. and i hope that’s enough.