I’d wait for you. I’d put everything I have planned on hold if it meant I’d be with you, if it meant you’d come in to mend my soul. For the past 2 years, the timing was just never right. I always took a step back so you’d be happy. I told myself I’d rather be there for you as a friend if it meant my presence in your life had longevity, but that decision is taking its toll. It eats at me a lot more than I let on. I hold it together just for you. I hang on a little longer just for you. But I can’t bring myself to hurt you more than I already have. The last thing I want is for you to end up as a stranger I know very well.