She.
Who is she?
She’s everything.
She brought me back to life.
Once a withered leaf, always a withered leaf.
But she made me believe that I wasn’t a leaf.
I’m a flower.
She was the sunshine and water that blossomed my soul.
She lives in pain.
But she’s the strongest.
She’s a million little things.
She is my moon.
“You’re gonna drift apart,” said the common.
No. We grew closer.
The distance brought in more strands to our bond.
It holds everything we share.
From the smallest inside joke to the most painful stories.
She is my love.
She is my blood.
For her, I would die.
And this time, I mean it.
She is the reason I breathe.
She is my soulmate.
I don’t have to do anything,
To keep her by my side.
I as myself is her promise.
And she as herself, is mine.
“I’d climb every mountain,
And swim every ocean,
Just to be with you,”
- Calum Scott
This one’s for you, my love. I’ll always and forever love you.
There is not a single word in any dictionary,
That could possibly explain our bond.
Sayonara,
The girl who lived.
