right person

I vow to ruin every wedding you have that isn't to me. I vow to defend you any time one of my friends pollutes your name. Every time someone tells me how bad you were to me, I will defend you to God, if it is your mistreatment of me that will not allow you to go to heaven. I will sleep on the left hand side of any bed I ever sleep in, always, empty or not, just to save you that space in case you ever decided to come back. I don't think I had ever truly been in love, but when you left I wasn't allowed to be alone for weeks. I wasn't allowed to cut up my own fruit or shower with the door closed, or be on my phone unsupervised in case I messaged you.

You've never been in love. You reminded me of that often.  I told myself time and time again that you were the right person but maybe it just wasn't our time. But right person, wrong time doesn't exist and let me tell you why. They don't love you. Not enough, if at all. There is never a right time. Love is always frustrating and often difficult and it always comes around when you don't really want it to. You chose not to pick me. We could have made it work. But you didn't value me enough to even try. You aren't the right person. The right person would pick me, no matter the time.