For love.
I’ve given all I have.
For so long, I don’t remember a time when I didn’t.
As I fall asleep.
My waking thoughts.
Every moment in between.
You.
Always you.
Never forced.
Never a chore.
Fueled by the only thing I ever really had to offer.
Love.
Pure.
True.
Purposeful.
All that I am.
All that I hope to become.
Haphazardly wrapped in the most damaged packaging.
Propped in the corner.
Withering with age.
With a heart that never stops beating.
For love.
