I know, even if you decide you don’t like the way my hair falls around my face anymore, that I will love you.
I know, even if you tell me that lately you’re heart feels too quiet when you touch my skin, that I will love you.
I know, even if you say it feels like the universe is pulling you away from me, that I will love you.
The love I have for you will hide in my stomach, and even 5 years after you’ve disappeared, it will crawl up my throat and dissolve into nostalgic sobs.
If you are never sure of anything, please be sure of this;
I will love you.