You thought I never loved you, but I did.
All I've ever wanted was you.
I remember the first time I met you, you scraped your knee while playing tag with a few kids from the neighbourhood. I remember thinking so this must be what its like to have a toy you cant live without, like some of the other kids had... like my sister used to have. But even at four I knew you weren't a toy and you weren't something I could keep..
You were just a girl, one who was currently hurt and who on good authority form the other boys around, contained a whole lot of gross cooties. but I didn't care.
so I sat down next to you, kissed your knee better, like I remembered my mom doing and prayed that I'd get to keep you one day.