I'm So Glad You're Still Here
Tommy speaks his heart out.
Whether it was by mistake or design, I'm so glad you're still here.
I'm happy to wake up every morning and see you're still right next to me.
I'm happy to walk into the living room and see you waiting for me to sit next to you just to watch any silly series we find on the tv.
I am so glad you're still here.
Every moment I thought of giving up, every chance i had to turn away and never return, they all came to me, but none of those temptations were strong enough to pull me away from you and the thought of being with you.
Every time you laugh, every time you cry, when you're upset and when you're just feeling numb.. I'm glad to be here to experience all of those moments with you, and be there for you.
I'm so glad you're still here.
I'm so glad you've chosen me over everybody else.
I'm so glad you chose to stay, rather than leaving and being somewhere else.
I'm so glad you gave me a chance to be here with you and tell you how glad I am of sharing this poem with you.
There are many things and reasons to be happy and glad for, but over all of those reasons, allow me to be selfish for a second and tell you...
I'm so glad you're still here, with me.
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