I knew you loved me,
not just the superficial kind of
Love we see in movies
or read about in books -
the type with no bumpy roads
and with perfect endings.

No.

You loved me with the real kind of love,
raw, true, real, imperfect,
felt somewhere deep inside your soul -
the type where turbulence rocked our
spaceship and where stars sometimes
didn't shine. That kind of Love.

I knew because you trusted me
at times when I didn't even trust myself.