……..but eventually, someday, she’ll move on. She’ll start over, with someone else. Someone will come around whom she will fall for…but no, he couldn’t love her the way I have always loved her.
He would get at the restaurant early and order her favorite cold coffee expecting her to drink it and be happy, but he wouldn’t know that she’s very picky and likes her coffee very strong.
He would look at her smile and think how beautiful it is but he would never notice how beautiful she looks when she puts her hair behind her ear.
He would watch her eyes glimmering but would never know how beautiful the baseline between her neck and face is.
She would come to him exhausted after 12 hours of deadly work, all covered in sweat, he would think she looks hideous but I would hug her and think my god she’s so perfect.
She would ask him to walk her, he would, but I’ll also make sure that she doesn’t walk on the vehicle side of the road.
When she would want to just talk and take everything out, he would chip in his part of the conversation but I would just stare at her and listen.
I don’t want him to read her soul the way I do. I don’t want his eyes to meet her like mine is supposed to. I don’t want her to wake up at his Good Morning texts. I don’t want him to know about her past, about how she has always been smiling in the days of betrayal and heartbreak, and why flinches everytime someone talks about it. I don’t want him to know how strong she is. I don’t want his hands to touch her scars where mine are supposed to.
I know I’m a little messed up, boring , and miserable, may be sometimes I know I don’t treat her the way I should, but I can’t see anyone treat her better. I know I love her, and she’s my girl, and she’ll always be.
Jammy 