Half Empty, Half Full

After a certain point in our relationship, I didn't get angry anymore. Did you notice the change I was going through?

My mother always told me that waiting for something from someone was like putting a knife on your chest and being surprised when it went through.

You went through me.

And when there was nothing left of the knife to go through me, everything was cold.

Then came the glass half empty or half full.

I stayed. I stayed because the glass was half full and I told myself that if it was half full, it was something. If it was something, it was worth fighting for.

I stayed. I stayed and many times I questioned myself for not leaving when the glass was half empty because if it was half empty, there was nothing left. And if there's nothing left, it wasn't worth fighting for.

But I was not fighting, simply observing. I stayed and observed how the glass always stayed half empty or half full.