She sees through the tough guy act. You continue to be an asshole or atleast your idea of an asshole not realizing that the woman you stand in front of can see past all of it. She can see into your soul. She can see who you really are so she sticks around . She yells. She nags. She cries. But its nothing compared to the times you made her smile. Made her laugh. Made her feel secure when she feels the complete opposite inside. She felt wanted. But now she’s on a merry go round and you’re the operator . You watch her go around and around just because you think she can’t get off . But she can . She can jump right off but she’s afraid of the hurt . Afraid of the chance to walk away because you may not follow. Afraid of herself because once she’s finally off, she’ll never get back on. So she stays on . Sticks around . Watches your face come and go. Smile. Cry. Laugh. Scream. Around and around . Until one day she disappears and the game isn’t fun anymore. And you realize that through it all, she stayed. Not for the joy of the ride but because she knew with every twist and turn she’d still have a chance to see your face . She hurt. She cried. She questioned her own worth. But she stayed. And now she’s gone .