When you find her

When you finally find her, I hope you know it. I hope you realise what it is you have, and not after its gone. I have no sympathy for the person who held the door open for her, as she was leaving. Once she's gone, she's gone for good. And once she's through, so are you. I hope you listen when she's distant, and know that sometimes there is no right answer. There's only you, and her, and maybe all she needs is an aggressive kiss and your time, patience to understand it all. Don't miss these moments and opportunities. This world is full of thieves ready to steal her from you. Put her above everyone by building her up. Build her up, and give her all of you to stand upon. Until she's standing so tall, she wouldn't, in her wildest dream, think anyone else could show her what you have. It's not romantic, it's work. And when you finally find her, I hope you know it, that nothing worth having is free. You only deserve what you earn. And if you can't uphold it, then spare both your hearts.