**** is always changing
but some things stay the same
like my heart and how it beats
when you call at three am.
Your voice whispering in my ear
and the way you sound saying
my name, or how strange it is
that you know all the
little bits and pieces,
of me since that very first week.
Like talking things out with me
when I get a little too mean
instead of yelling and saying nasty things
and the understanding when we need
to take a step back in order to move forward.
The best part of you knowing
all the parts of me is that
I know you.