Tomorrow

When we first met I had no intention of letting you inside, of giving you my heart, of loving you with my soul. Just a little while later, all of that came true. It all came true at the point I was most ready to end my life. It was… a miracle of sorts. The single best and worst thing that ever happened to me. No longer on the edge, I was yours to take, although you never did. But still, the tomorrows kept coming because of you. It’s two years later and nothing’s changed. I wish I had moved on by now, but with all the reasons I have to move on, my heart sees none. Today I got the urge to tell you I love you, but you had already gone. It’s alright though because I know I’ll still love you tomorrow. And tomorrow. And tomorrow again.