Fighting for what I want
Our 2nd Person's POV
I steadily knock on the door until he lets me in as he wipes the sleep and tear traces from his eyes.
It's in his eyes, that fear that I've come to say goodbye.
He's, still believing he'd lost what had become so precious and new – because he couldn't measure up.
"Why can't you believe me?" I quietly demand, wiping away his fresh tears.
"I've never been here before." The reply is the same, still defining his disbelief.
"I. Am. Not. Leaving You." I firmly enfold him into my arms. "I told you this was real."
Now his tears are of relief.
