I cried harder
than when I left him.
harder,
than when they left me.
harder, than when I first
fell in love
and he hadn't noticed yet.
harder,
than when I discovered,
his pain.
harder,
than when I felt my own.
harder,
than anyone in the universe.

because my sisters,
they actually care about me,
they learned to love,
their only brother.

and my baby,
my moon, my flower,
my dream boy making me dream of dreams
on a sunny day,
he's with me.
I'm back.

for how long?
I don't know.
why?
who can be sure?
for what?
to LOVE him.

I
L
O
V
E
him
so much that
it hurts.

he cries to me
because we broke apart
from each other,
and into pieces.
and I actually got to
hold him,
in real life,
and kiss his
water-droplet nose,
like the beautiful boy
he is.

and I won't leave this time.
"I promise you."