once upon a time
you told me a story.
you said it felt like I was asking you
to pack your suitcase
and travel to the city I lived in
but you didn’t know if you would ever
make it there.
maybe I’m a fool.
maybe I’m crazy.
maybe I’ve screwed up one
too many times.
but I’m going to give you the same
answer now.
I will pack my suitcase with you
and go wherever you go
even if you never make it to my city
I won’t leave you behind
as long as you’re trying
as long as we go together.
maybe you never cared like I thought
you did–
but when I said I love you
I meant it.
I don’t care if we are always travelling
as long as I get to do it
with you.
just take the chance.
what do we have to lose?