She is the first thing I think of every day
no matter when or where I wake up.

She is the last thought that haunts the longest and darkest nights
the ones where the moon rises and falls before sleep comes.

She is the reason I am still here.

She is the reason I want to run away.

She is the cause of so much pain, but also the cause of so much joy.

She is wonderful, and beautiful, wise, and kind,
but also horrible, ugly, cruel, and ignorant.

She is my closest friend, confidant, sounding board, and rock.
She is my enemy, a spy, a deceiver, and the first to falter.

She is worth waiting for, when all I want is to move on.
She is the only thing right, in all that is wrong.

She is all I ever wanted, and the very last thing I need.