𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

j.l

we stopped by the cemetery. i asked cyn to stay in the car, so i could talk to him alone. she understood.

i saw his tombstone. still looking perfect as he did. i sat across from him as i usually did.

"hey paul, it's me john... i just did a concert. i sang my song, the one i wrote for you. it gets easier. every time i think of you now, i think of happy memories. now, they make me smile instead of cry."

in the corner of my eye, i saw a young kid with a suit on. the mop-top again. same smile. is it? no. can't be. i grabbed my glasses and put them on.

it was him. his young self from 1963. he gave me a smile and a wave. he mouthed the words 'i love you' and then walked away, slowly fading.

i smiled feeling content with this, with everything. i got back into the car.

"everything alright, john?" cyn asked.

"for the first time in forever... yes," i said smiling at her.

"thank you for always being there for me. never giving up on me," i said.

"i'll always be here for you." she smiled and held my hand in hers.