I know you didn’t believe me when I said
my scars didn’t have a story or that I never
cried because of nightmares or that not speaking
to my father was the best decision I’ve made.
But would you believe me if I said that
listening to the songs we sang along to
gives me chills in the best kind of way,
or reading the letters you wrote me puts the
summer we fell in love back into my heart?
Would you believe that when I’m weakest
the words you whispered in my ear as we laid
beneath the stars pick me right back up again?
I was never one to believe in fairytales
until you became my happily ever after.