21%

21% of me stayed with you
That's the number I've chosen
Even when I was sure that I could survive without you
Even when I insisted we were over
21% of me was whispering I was wrong
I tried to give away the other 79%
And that worked for a while
But, one percent at a time, the 21% grew
And now it's 97%
3% is still cautious
Still afraid of getting hurt
But 97 is so much more than 79
And, slowly,
One-hundredth of a percent at a time
It's growing
Because not even fear can stop me from choosing you