Sometimes
I think of you
As a parent thinks of their child.
But you wouldn't like that, would you?
For even though
I grew up as you did,
You became the most important
Person.
Friend.
Ally.
Lover.
Sometimes
The past grips my heart
And makes me think about
What I would do if
You had disappeared back then.
If you had fallen into another's hands
And come to love them
As you love me now.
Sometimes
I wonder if you truly love me.
But then I realize
That to you,
I was always the most important.
And even though we're grown up now
And separate people,
You still look at me
With admiration.
With pride.
With love.