Fools.

When I first met you, I thought we’d be friends.

In fact, I recall making such a statement.

I had little intention of developing a physical relationship with you.

That changed the evening you’d promised me you wouldn’t cross that line.

I knew right then that you would.

I had every intention of taking part, don’t think that I didn’t know the intention.

I’m no fool.

I could see myself caving to your self-deprecating hardship,

Your need for affirmation.

I could feel myself giving you more than I was capable,

Hating myself further for giving you the valuable time that I had.

The valuable time that I’d chosen to spend recklessly building your life.

All the while, spending a fraction of those moments building mine.

The world is not perfect. I know that.

It’s for that, that I’d given you room to make errors.

The way that I’d hope you’d do the same for me.

But you didn’t. Which is ok. I know. People are not perfect.

I know a few more things as well;

I know the way that I’d chosen to put your needs above mine had been foolish.

I knew it as I did it.

I know that you were never capable of giving me what I’d needed,

To be honest, I know that not many could.

I know that you cared for me more than you have for another person in awhile.

I also know that you couldn’t see it because I allowed you to have it unconditionally.

And with that, I know that you poked and prodded in attempt to find the conflict.

I’m no fool.

I knowingly chose to continue,

Even though I knew that you’d hurt me in the end.

I’m no fool because regardless of my knowledge in my mistake,

I knew the mistake I had been making.

I chose to continue with these actions.

Knowingly deciding to give up my time in hope to help you with yours.

You see, the reason I am no fool is for such;

I believed you when you’d shown me your true self.

I believed you when you’d shown your vulnerabilities.

I believed you when you’d allowed for me to open your mind.

I believed you when you’d spoken honestly about your heartaches.

You, my dear friend, you had shown me your true colours.

And though you’d given me such a blatant palate of honesty,

You have yet to give me a moment of your mind to see my own.

I knew who you were from the beginning.

I chose to listen to you. To hear you. To understand you.

I chose to believe that there was good in your soul.

You see, I am no fool.

Not because I was mislead, though it would appear as such.

I am no fool because at no point had I forcibly pushed you to choose to listen to me. To hear me. To understand me.

I am no fool because I knew for the entirety of our time together,

That you had never held a place in your life for me

Rather, you placed me in yours,

For you.

I chose to be apart of your life.

I chose to let you bring me in.

The very same way that I do for every individual that crosses my path.

Give or take a few substantial moments.

You chose to do the opposite.

You chose to push, pull, avoid, obsess and essentially drive away the one very good thing that you may have been able to find.

I am no fool.

Not because I knowingly allowed myself to waste my time consoling you,

But because I chose to give you my time.

You may quickly realize just who is the fool in return.