Every time I want to give up,
I ask my heart, “what would he have done, had I done this to him?”,
I try to remember the man who loved me
so much and so well for however long it lasted,
And I want to keep on fighting for that man, for Us,
But then again, the heart, tired and weary from holding too long, whispers back to me,
“But, you’d have never done this to him, would you? Not even in worst of your days…”
And that is all the answer I need to hear.













