There was once a boy and a girl.


They loved eachother.


But not like that.


Or so they thought.


But when the boy died.


In a crash.


He looked down at her from above.


Crying with pain.


As she was enjoying another man.


And when they got married.


And had three kids.


She named one after him.


The oldest boy.


The first.


And he felt again.


Like he was with her.


Through the child.


And he loved her again.


In  a different way.


In the way that she loved him. <3