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,

not really,

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.