I love you, that much was true. And I knew, deep down you loved me too. But the love I held for you was different from your love for me.
My love for you was like the moon yearning for the sun. Hoping to reach out and one day be able to embrace the other in a futile attempt to satisfy the deep longing within.
Your love for me was that of a wisp of wind to a small ember of fire. You fueled my feeling, allowed them to fester and grow. But then your love will take the form of water to extinguish the fire, only leaving a tiny ember for you to care for, to fuel and allow to fester once more.
What we have isn’t healthy. A relationship of one person pining for years and years and the other playing with said person’s heart like a toy they can throw away once they’re done, but pick up once it look like it’ll run away and leave them behind.
Despite knowing this. I continue to stay. I held my ground and continued to stay, shackled by my love for you and willingly offering you the leash and key.
I continue to stay despite the budding bouquet of flowers slowly blooming within me. As this relationship continues, as I continue to shackle myself to you, my life is slowly being eaten away. If I do not leave, I will slowly disappear and leave a bouquet in my place.