when they ask me about you
i will smile because the stories that i have to tell
are just as beautiful in my head as they were
when you were still holding my hand
i remember your voice, your laugh,
but i also remember the sound of mine because
i cant believe something can be that easy and real
it was so easy loving you
and maybe when they ask about me,
you'll remember why it was so easy to love me back
they say not all stories have a happy ending,
but others insist that if its not happy, then its not yet the end.
well ours had a happy middle and beginning,
and that will be enough for now,
because it means that we are a story worth waiting. 💛
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