I have never loved anyone like I

loved you – blindly, innocently.

I listened to your dreams and never doubted you.

I used to sit in your car and we’d drive

deep into the countryside, listen to the

radio and sing along with songs we liked,

make fun of ones we didn’t.

Pretend we were other people,

stretching our boundaries by being them,

finding out how to be different,

but knowing there were some things too

precious to give away.

Fighting to preserve what made us real,

I don’t know why.

It was the most important thing in the

world to me then.

People were always telling us we were wrong.

You would smile and treat it like a joke,

and I would just spit in their faces.

by Cher Bibler