Everybody leaves someday. It's bound to be that way. But they're still here. They're still at that same spot, taking up the same amount of space, if not more each day, in my heart.
Distance may be terrible, it might have ripped off and taken away all the time we could have spent together, or wasted together, if it ever made any sense at all, that is. But no one could take away what we had, and what we have now. Only if we want it badly enough. Only if we want it so.
