Loving you makes me happy...

I think of you and I wanna help you through what you’re going through

Loving you makes me weak, thinking of how many times you’ve shut me out.

Loving you makes me happy because that’s what it’s supposed to be right?...

Loving you just feel right...

But...

Loving you makes me feel like I’ve lowered my standards,

Like too many times you’ve taken my silence for insolence

Disrespected me, thinking I’ll forgive you not just once but as many times as the Bible said we should.

I start to rethink my choices, trying to understand if I’m being to demanding or not understanding.

Loving you just because you’ve met some of my standards doesn’t mean there aren’t any others that have, I’ve stuck beside you not by force but by choice...

At this point I feel I loved you...