I think I knew all along.
But I'm glad I ignored it.
I'm glad I gave into you.
Even though you didn't stay there with me,
I'm glad I opened my heart wider than I thought I could.
And you didn't see it,
because you were so focused on yourself closing up.
But I don't care about that.
I care that I grew.
It turns out that my soil can still bare plants.
And I would do it all again just to see that.
Because now I know:
it's not dead,
and it never was.