If I'm an option for you, don't pick me. If I'm a pros and cons list you measure me against on why something or someone might serve you better, walk away. I'm not for you.
I wasn't meant to be weighed and measured. I was meant to be chosen.
Not waiting for your indecision. Waiting for my decision. Waiting for my yes.
You don't measure fire. You respect it. Respect it or burn. And you can burn on the pyre of others who have proven the same. Just as unworthy.
I'm not your backup plan. I'm not your crutch to help you through this time period. If my presence doesn't feel like a party to you, then my absence will. I'm not your maybe. Don't call me love. Don't call me friend when what you mean is convenience. I'm not for you when you just feel lonely and that's all you feel. If that's all you had to give, no wonder it wasn't sustainable. My name spoken by you will always haunt you. Always. And I will walk away knowing it is no longer my concern whether you regret it or not.
