Every time you took your sweet time answering my messages, leaving me waiting for days on end, I gave you another chance. Instead of deleting your number from my phone, I answered you back when you finally responded. I answered you as soon as I had the chance, because I actually wanted to talk to you. I wanted our relationship to develop. Every time you made up a bullshit excuse about why you were acting so distant, I gave you another chance by acting like I believed you.
I thought that you were keeping your guard up to protect yourself. I thought that you would eventually grow comfortable with me, trust me, and tell me the truth. I thought that, by showing you I would stick around, you would learn to open up to me. Every time you canceled plans with me at the last second, after I had already shaved my legs and picked out the perfect outfit for impressing you, I gave you another chance.
I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I tried to make plans with you again, hoping that you would actually follow through the next time. Hoping that you would be as excited to see me as I was to see you. Every time you disappeared for days and then popped back up in my life again, I gave you another chance. I never questioned why you went missing in action.
I never flipped out on you about leaving without a word. I was just thankful that you were back in my life. Every time I caught you flirting with another girl, even though you already made it clear you had interest in dating me, I gave you another chance.
I ignored the pictures you posted with your arm around her. I told myself that she meant nothing to you and your friendship was harmless. I let you hurt me with hopes that you would date me in the end. Every time you disappointed me, I gave you another chance. Every time you made me cry, I gave you another chance. I have lost count of how many times I have given you just one more chance. I could have told you to go fuck yourself the first time you treated me like a second choice.
I could have given up on us early on. But I never did — because I liked you that much. Enough to let my standards drop lower than they ever should have.