babe

She always betrayed me. She kept exchanging me for new girls, time after time. She would turn her back, she would find someone else, she would act like everything we had didn’t matter — and then she would come back. Always. She would show up again, voice soft, eyes filled with regret, telling me how sorry she was, asking me to forgive her. She always kept sorry. She never stopped coming back and saying she was wrong, that she never should have done it, that she needed me. But she did it again anyway. I learned what it feels like to be second. To be swapped out. To be loved only until someone new comes along. I see that same hurt in you, and I want you to know — with me, that ends now. I won’t trade you. I won’t replace you. I won’t leave you just to come back later saying I’m sorry. I’m staying. Right here. Only you. Always.