conditional love

Last night you told me my love was conditional. 

That I am selfish, once again. 

You tricked me. 

Told me you wanted to be more emotionally available. 

Told me you wanted to be there for me. 

After you told me my love was conditional, you said you couldn’t think of one reason why that was. Maybe you really couldn’t, or maybe you could but wouldn’t say. 

All I know is that I never stopped loving you. 

Even when you broke my heart hourly for months I stood by your side, making sure you were safe. I contacted her and told her to take care of you. 

To make sure that you were safe and to love you well. 

I held you when she broke your heart, when she never showed up, and listened to you cry and ask why she didn’t love you. 

I always had your best interest at heart, even when it didn’t serve me. 

I don’t understand how that’s conditional. 

I don’t believe you could ever do that for me if the tables were turned.