Love

Even when the world says we can’t be, I’ll still choose you.

I’ll quietly yearn for you.
 I’ll set you free out loud, I’ll bottle the ache in my chest,
 push it deep inside me,
 Praying one day
I can release it,
 and love you loudly again. Until then, I’ll quietly yearn for you.

I gotta be strong now. I have to let you go. I won’t stand in your way. But at the same time, I can’t bear the thought of you with someone else, giving her all your attention and love, laughing with her the way you laughed with me. The way she’ll gaze into your beautiful, cat-like eyes, how you’ll help her with little things, just like you did for me. Then the inevitable: giving her your surname, creating mini versions of you. The pain that thought brings is almost too much t

If loving you makes me crazy, so be it. I’ll change my name to Crazy, wear it like it was given at birth. If crazy means I get to love...