In those sweet days where I
had the ability to embrace you,
I knew what I had.

On those rainy days we walked
down town, shivering but laughing,
I knew what I had.

For those hours spent at stores,
explaining our thoughts and feelings,
I knew what I had.

"You'll never know what you have until it's gone."

I reject that statement.

I knew it would hurt if you left.
I knew I would miss your embrace.
I knew I would tumble to pieces.

But I loved you anyway.

That's all you can really hope for, isn't it?