As Noah wrote, I write too.
He for Allie, I for you.
I wait oh ever so patiently.
In hopes life will lead you back to me.
Deserving before I never was, but work to deserve is what I’ll be.
Your picture never moved once from the shelf beside my bed, a pain of regret is what it leaves, pain of the memory of you inside my head.
I’ll build your dream and leave all in your name, as the town whispers in the trees, my love for another never remained the same as for thee.
A cafe and books, all for you.
Even if when I’m gone, my love will remain true.
If in my will or keys from my hand to yours.
I’d give you the keys to the world if you asked, I’d give you much more.