I loved how sure you were about yourself and the way you moved through life

Your decisions and opinions were finite, as if you could read what was written in the stars

I spent days overthinking the smallest of choices just for you to settle my mind with a simple statement

Blindfolded, I would follow you off the edge of the earth if you’d ask, just because you were sure we’d live

Maybe that’s why it hurt so bad when you left

Because you were sure that I was no longer what you wanted

-z.d.