I am giving up on greener grasses/ I am giving up on making passes/ I am giving up on half-empty glasses/ I am giving up.
And so, Marine aka Lieutenant Dan, I am giving up. I want to be your girlfriend/SO/person you can talk to, but I find myself waiting in the wings, hoping you don't get a better option. I've always struggled with self-confidence, and I'm stepping out of this game while I scrape up what I have left of myself and move on. Things are going really well for me right now with work and stuff on the side, and I can't- I won't have this taken away from me because I'm sitting around waiting for a call that probably won't come anyway. Thanks, but this isn't best for ME. And that's really who I need to focus on right now. And thank you Ingrid, for phrasing it better than I ever could. There will be greener grasses and half-full glasses, but it will be because I made them that way.