She died.

It hurt.

But she loved me.

 

He never noticed.

And that hurt.

But I learned to let go of the dream that he’d love me.

 

She left.

And that hurt more.

Because she used to love me.

 

He seemed to disappear.

And it hurt worse than anything I’ve ever felt.

But He came.

Because He loves me.

He’ll always love me.

And He’ll always stay.

I was wrong.

He never left.

And His love is all I need.