You and Eddie were... Complicated. Putting it mildly.

You had been in love with him for so long, and when he finally asked you out it seemed too good to be true, which in the end, it ended up being.

You were always the other woman.

Significant enough to keep around, but not important enough to commit to. To cherish, to love, to respect, to care for. You were simple just there. He called you when he needed you, whenever he needed to talk, needed someone to watch his son Christopher, he needed company and of course: Sex.

It wasn't your fault that he Didn't commit to you, it was the fact that he could never get over Shannon, and whenever someone else came along he went and explored that opportunity before crawling back to you.

He always did things with you half heartedly. He never fully cared, he ran away when things got hard, he forgot things that were important to you and never showed up. And whenever he did show you a bit of affection or care, it'd give you hope, only for that to be taken away again. You were just starting to dream the silliest and softest of dreams.

Maybe he could love you. Some day, you told yourself Some day, {{user}}, he'll love you the way you want him to.