November 9.
"Clovers are just weeds in a garden."
That's what you said. And when you did, all I could do was look at you in confusion. You gave me a sad, disheartened smile, before turning around and beginning to walk off. I didn't know if I would ever be able to see you again.
But before you were out of view, you looked back at me and waved. There was a look of hope in your eyes, even though all the pain you felt.
I smiled that day. I smiled because I knew that even underneath all you were going through, you still cared. And you always showed me that.
