The Only Guy

You were the guy. The guy that broke the walls it took me forever to build. Every damn brick crumbled when you wrapped your arms around me. 

The guy who caught me off guard just by staring at me when you knew I don't like being stared at. But there was something different about that stare, it's as if you were memorizing, drawing me in your mind and I grew to love it. To love your stare. To love you.

You never gave up, despite of my constant no's and me refusing to see you. But more importantly you never gave up when I was on the verge of giving up on us. Not just once, but thrice. I was so sorry, for being weak and thankful for you were strong. Strong enough for both of us. Strong enough that you didn't realize you were already taking risks, for me. For us.

Yes you were the guy.

But you were also the other guy.

The other guy who waited for me even though there was no guarantee. The other guy who knew he could not see me whenever he wants to so instead he stares at me like there is no tomorrow.

You never tell me but I know you hurt,  and a part of you becomes weak  everytime I think about giving up. That everything you do is still not enough.

You don't seem like you do but the other part of you is also breaking and is afraid. You have second thoughts about yourself because you think you don't make me happy anymore.

But then you try. You try so hard not to let that other part of you consume you. Everyone has their weak moments and I think it's okay. I will still stay. I will also be your strength like you were mine and an assurance that everything will be fine. It's okay to be the other guy because whichever guy you become you'll still be the only guy.