14AmyChan: I don't own!
If you love it, let it go
That's what my mother and father told me when I was a little girl. I let them go.
If it comes back, it's yours
I waited for days on weeks on end for them to come back to me.
If it doesn't
They never came back.
It never was
They must have never been mine.
"I'll be back" he whispered in my ear. I wanted to hold him to it. I didn't want him to leave.
"Have a good trip" I told him. He left. That was weeks ago.
If you love something, let it go
Every day I am waiting for days on weeks on hours. I let him go.
If it comes back, it's yours
I am still waiting. Even now. I love him. I let him go.
If it doesn't
Every day, I wonder what he's doing. What he's thinking about. I'm still waiting for a postcard or something.
It never was
Is he not mine? Why isn't he back here with me? Doesn't he love me too?
A postcard slipped under the door. I picked it up to read it. It was just an index card that said 'knock knock'. I opened the door.
"I came back" he said, with that goofy childish grin on his face. I thought I might cry. Then he kissed me.
If it comes back, it's yours.
