The Follow Up

I wrote a poem called “would you rather” a while ago. It was about a question somebody had asked me. I suppose you could call this a “follow up”.

“Would you rather have true love or 5 million dollars?” I said, “I would rather have 5 million dollars. I don’t believe in true love. I don’t believe it would last forever, at least for me anyway.”

I believed I was so fucking shattered that nobody could possibly love me. I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to truly love me.

Until you.

You have made me feel so loved and so fucking important. Of course I’ve said “I love you” before but it never meant anything. Telling you that “I love you” was the first time I have ever meant it.

Forever is a long time, but I’m here for you as long as you’ll have me by your side.

I love you with every ounce of who I am.

- A.H.