You, you, and you.

That’s all I could ever think about. That’s all there is to think about. That’s all that mattered.

Who am I kidding? It’s all that still matters.

Not in a “my life can’t go on without you” kind of way. It’s more real than that.

I say it’s more real because, let’s be honest; imma keep going. No matter what.

What do I look like giving up? Ya know?

Who’s going to cheer from a distance? Who’s going to sneak in an assist here and there?

All that matters is you. At least, that’s how it has been for a while.

Maybe one day, that will change. Not today.

All that matters is you.

As long as you’re good, I’m good.