You texted me at 2:30 AM and I was expecting a booty call, but I should have known you better than that. It’s just been so long since you’ve texted me late at night, I was mostly taken by surprise.
You used to text me about plans and deep thoughts when we weren’t together, but now I didn’t know where your “hi” was going. But all your “hi” led to was “I just wanted to make sure you got home safely.”
You didn’t push for anything. You didn’t hint at coming over. You didn’t mention hooking up or hanging out. You simply followed your genuine statement with “goodnight.” And that was it.
Sometimes I find myself wondering why we aren’t together, you’re funny and kind and caring, but our stars were never aligned. God must have not had it in his plans for us to end up together. I don’t believe we’re supposed to end up together, either. We gave it our best college try, but that’s all it was, a college try.
I still remember all the good morning texts you would send me when I didn’t wake up by your side to kiss you good morning. I still remember all the late night trips you’d make over after you’d get out of work so neither of us would have to sleep alone. I still remember how’d you’d always set your phone alarm for me to get up for work incase mine didn’t go off. You’d even leave it set when I wasn’t there because you knew I’d need it the next day we were together. I still remember looking forward to seeing you, talking to you, being with you. Of everything I remember about us, it’s that we knew we weren’t meant to be together.
We each knew in our hearts we couldn’t be together. We just weren’t compatible for each other, no matter how much either of us wanted it. Our lives were heading in different directions and we accepted that. For us it was for the best.
Even though our match made in heaven went straight to hell you taught me a thing or two.
You taught me to keep in mind the guy who texts you at 2:30 AM. Not the one who texts you “u up?” and wants to sleep with you. Not the one who asks you to Netflix and chill. Not the one who only texts you when he can’t go home with anyone else at the bar. Those aren’t the guys you want to be with.
Date the guy who cares enough to text you at 2:30 AM to make sure you got home safely. Date the guy who cares about you as a person, not just someone who cares only when it’s beneficial to him. Date the guy who understands the importance of treating you properly, even after they’ve had a few drinks at the bar. Date the guy who doesn’t flirt with everyone that lays eyes on him, but only has eyes for you.
Date the guy who put you before himself, because you’d do the same for him. Date the guy who gives and not just takes, but also reciprocate that for him. Date the guy who makes you happy and doesn’t make you feel like you’re constantly begging for his attention.
Even though our love failed, what I learned from you was important. Date someone who makes sure you’re safe at home when the rest of the world is worried about finding a body to go home with. That’s the kind of person you want to spend forever with. 
