I used to tell myself all kinds of things to make myself feel better during the wait; like if someone drove by and honked, it was you. Writing my poems to you (good, or bad) made me feel closer and more focused, remembering all your kindnesses. They tried to make me doubt you, but I knew you had always been there for me.
You were there for me when I needed it the most. I think I might have died, but you saved me. You mean everything to me.
I would do anything for you.