And if I want to mourn over you,
they should let me. Because you
weren’t just someone you meet
everyday; in the supermarket,
or standing behind in a line
at the gas station. You were
someone who was worth
fighting for. And I tried to
fight for you, and I hope you
know that. Because even if
you are now gone forever,
something inside of me is telling me
that you are still somehow
able to understand
just how much
I really did love you.