There were so many times I could have chose to stop caring, to give it all up, to walk away, but I chose to stay.
Throughout all those times you made me feel like an option, all those times you made me feel unimportant, uncherished, I chose to stay.
I wished you would look at me. I wished you would do something. I wished you would make things work.
But even if all that won’t happen, I choose to stay.