He bought a house. You helped him paint, decorate and make it a home.
Everyone wants to know, when are you moving in? You aren't. (at least in theory)
No way you'll play house wife again. Not unless it's real this time.
You give yourself the title house guest. Then you wait. And wait. And wait for it to be official.
A year goes by.
Meanwhile, You clean. You cook. You do his laundry.
You spend the night when you should say goodbye.
You feel the apron strings tighten around your neck.
Soon, he says. Soon.
You trust because you love. You believe while you hope.
Are you wrong?