I didn't cry when my grandpa died.
I didn't cry when my grandpa died. But for some reason I shed tears for you. I knew my grandpa for 18 years of my life. I only knew you for 2. He would probably look down on me and say that I was dumb, that I should have listened to his words and not fall in love. But he barely had the chance to meet you maybe only once. But that was when he wasn't him anymore, and maybe the person I thought you were wasn't you. I didn't cry when my grandpa died. Because you hurt me much worse. At least I know he can rest in peace according to God's word. But you are still here alive and well still breaking my heart in two. My grandpa left me because he had no choice but what you decided was at your own will.