I won’t get tired.
It’s true. I won’t get tired of you. I won’t get tired even if our late night conversations always end up hearing your voice, calling her name until you fall asleep. I won’t get tired listening over and over again about your happy memories with her, back when you were both still madly in love. I won’t get tired wiping your tears away, revealing a look, longing for the touch of her hands, not mine. I won’t get tired hearing you laugh, not because of my silly jokes but because of the moments that you shared together. At least once in a while I get to see your precious smile, your smile that is so contagious it makes hiding what I truly feel, easy. It sucks seeing you fall in love and get hurt by a person who won’t even shed a tear for you. But as always, I won’t get tired comforting you. I won’t get tired of setting aside my feelings every time her name comes out of your mouth. You need a shoulder to cry on, not a shoulder yearning for your love and attention. Yes, it’s true. I won’t get tired of you. But being strong doesn’t mean I’m not hurting. But it’s okay, that’s why I won’t get tired of this. I won’t get tired of waiting that someday, your lips will no longer be missing her because they are ready to meet mine.
