I could

I could leave you. If I had to strength to live life on my own, I could totally leave you but then I’d miss you. The days you’d talk to me, the cuddling twice a week, the incredible sex. That’s it. It’s just sexual. I think I love you but I don’t think you feel the same. You live a whole other life that I have no idea about. You have a mother to be. You’ll have a baby. A family I’d never even met. Friends I’d only meet on the phone. In the end, I really only have your dick. Yet I still don’t leave you. Because if I leave you, I’m alone. I’d settle a whole life to be a side hoe because that’s what I believe I deserve. So I’ll never leave you, I just said I could.