She likes you, on some days. It was great in the days you used to come visit, once in a while. She would wistfully smile, softly close her eyes and feel you caress her like the morning sun. She would chuckle, sometimes she would cringe, while holding your hand for a few minutes at a time.
But since you came back four months ago, and selfishly decided to stay, she’s been tired. You’ve been keeping her up at night, begging her to re-watch the best parts of all the shortcuts she didn’t realize you dug back up. It’s always at 2, 3 in the morning, when you run your fingers through her hair and beckon her into the past.
See, the emotions come in waves. And you’ve been pulling her under when we both know she can’t swim. You tease her and ask her why she’s crying, after all, weren’t these the best moments of her life?
It’s been four months. You’ve overstayed your welcome and I’ve been trying to convince her that your sweet words were just ways to gaslight her into letting you stay. But I’ve watched for long enough, and I’m here to tell you that she’s in a new relationship with no room for you, at least not in the romantic sense. Come back as an acquaintance friend. She’s with Jackie now.