Today was the day -- my last hoorah...

Now whenever I see you I know I cannot say anything else
because there is a fine line between being there and seeming
attached and I cannot afford to cross it.

People say I have a big heart and let me just say that I've never
really believed them until now, because after all of everything that
has ever happened, after you ignoring me, after you being a complete
*** to me, I still want what's best for you.

I know that when it's midnight and you're alone in your room
thinking about something I'll be there if it's bad, if it's good, if it's mediocre;
I'll always be here.

Normally people would be bothered that you aren't the least bit
there for me -- you have not uttered anything apologetic, nothing showing
sympathy, no signs of caring about me; but I, no, I am not.

Someone once told me that people like me have reservoirs in our hearts,
small, tiny places where love is reserved for ourselves -- just enough to
get by; to survive. But then we take this love, if we have none left anywhere
else, even if you are the person who has drained me from it, and we make
sure we use it for a good cause.

I will be happy when you are happy. Actually, I will put up with feeling like
complete and utter **** everyday as long as you are okay, because I can
take it.

Today, was my last hoorah.