Sometimes people come into your life just for the sole purpose of being temporary. Sometimes you know they will be temporary and sometimes you don't. With you, I knew it wasn't going to last long. When we met, I knew exactly what your purpose was for being in my life...to help me get over my ex.
We both knew we weren't going to be in a relationship. I had just gotten out of a pretty long relationship and you were moving at an undetermined date. Although we didn't know when, we knew it was soon. I don't know what was different about you. Generally when I give someone the time of day for that long, I must have feelings for them...but I didn't.
You didn't expect much out of me but you gave a lot more than I expected (and probably a lot more than you thought you were giving me). You didn't give me a shoulder to cry on, but you gave me someone to lean on when I needed it most. When I was feeling down and wanted to feel slightly important, I would text you and we would go out.
Our dates were all the same but were also all different at the same time. I would drive to your apartment, we would go to dinner, talk smack about whatever, then go back to your apartment to watch movies until we fell asleep. Sometimes you let me pick the movie, but I always chose badly.
You would always let me pick the music, though. You knew that was important to me. You never told me to go home and you never made me feel like that one crazy girl everyone always makes fun of for hanging around so much.
In some ways, you felt like a friend. I could talk to you about whatever I wanted. I'm sure you probably told others what I said, but it's not like we had any mutual friends, so in a way, I could trust you. I would tell you about my family and ask you about yours. You let me forget for just a few hours just how much I was hurting.
One day, your dad did some major creeping and asked who I was. You told him the truth, that I was no one important. I don't really know what I was to you. I don't know why you stuck around as long as you did. I know what you gave me but I'm not too sure what I gave you.
I didn't have to text you 24/7. I didn't even have to show any form of physical affection for you. You just let me be me and decide how I wanted things to go. You didn't get mad at me for things you probably should have gotten mad at me for. I could go out and learn how to flirt with boys at bars again and not feel guilty. You saw other boys on my snapchat but never made a snide, jealous comment about it.
Thank you for being the exact thing I needed at the exact time I needed it.
