Break My Heart

In a perfect world, I would wake up with you when you got up for work and make you a fresh pot of coffee, throw a towel in the dryer so it would be warm when you got out, kiss you goodbye at the door. I would spend my day cleaning up the house and balancing your checkbook. You would come home to dinner, even if it wasn't as good as what you could make. I would play video games with you sometimes, even though I'm terrible at them. Every once in a while we would spend your days off up in the hills, driving around and hiking to the places a car can't go. If I had loved you like that- the way you deserve to be loved, then you would still love me, too. But I'm not a people person. You like having your friends around. I don't. I would rather be alone with you. And that's selfish, to want you all to myself. You need to be who you are, and I need to be who I am. That's why I'll never tell you I still love you, even when you kiss me out of habit. I'll pretend it's nothing and laugh it off, even though my heart races. I'll break my heart every day, just to watch yours heal.