She is always there.
I never have to ask.
She never questions.
I do not always know what to say.
She is always there.

She is always there.
I never know how to fully let it out.
She never pries.
I do not understand how it got to this point.
She is always there.

She is always there.
I will never have her again the way that I need her.
She never abuses my heart.
I need her more and more.
She is always there.

She is always there.
I will never understand why my heart beckons for her.
She never squeezes although she has a firm grip on me.
She is always there.

I have never had to ask her for anything.
I have never had to hide any part of who I am from her.
I have never wanted to let her go again like I did foolishly so long ago.
I have never wished for anyone to be the one harder than I have wished for her.
I have continued to dream of her.
I have continued to breathe the same air she breathes.
I have continued to love her when I know things will likely never reach that point again.
I have continued and continued and have not let go of my hope for what could be for one simple reason...

She.
Is.
Always.
There.