Ive never claimed to be a smart person.

When you feel that this one might be worth it, knowing full well that you should have left a long time ago...but your torn between enjoying it while it lasts, and ending it before you get hurt for the 100th time. Because you will get hurt again. Because that's what this looks like when it's lopsided. When you have to always read between lines, or try to decrypt what their saying (because just saying it is what? Emotional? Complimentary? Going to look like whatever this is matters to you too?) and you don't want to tell yourself you're too important because for all you know, at the end of the day you're not. But you think there are moments when you're sure you just might be. But that absence of  heavy or real conversation makes you doubt yourself in a millions little ways.... And you're not an idiot, you know nothing that looks the way this does is ever going to change, but that doesnt keep you from hoping that one day it will. One day you just might be enough for this person, after all the hundreds of times you've wondered why you aren't. If that day really comes around the next question you'll ask yourself is- after all this time now, are they good enough for me now? Because somehow, by now, you've loved them for a long time. With all of their flaws, and walls and their excuses. You never said you were smart....