In 50 years I will love you.
My heart has a will of her own and I know better by now than to try and change her.
She's emotional and wise and a pain in the ass.
She loves hard and full.
And she loves you.
Oh I'll get on with my life.
Hell, I might even meet somebody else.
But move on from you?
Not any time soon.
I'm still getting over the explosion of how we started.
It's nowhere near finished for me.
My mind can accept that our circumstances didn't match up.
My brain understands the timing sucked.
I get all of that.
But my heart.
My heart will want you forever.