We yelled beneath the August rain,
Old wounds reopened, sharp with pain.
But then you whispered, not goodbye,
you said you’d learn, and so would I.
That night, we chose to still be “us.”

She never thought she could be mine
Too many pasts, too many "if"s.
But love, it didn’t ask her why
Just pulled her in and let her cry.
And for once, she felt she could be...