You’re standing here beside me.
Your presence is familiar; comforting. It’s like how I always know and prefer what my own bed feels like, no matter where I am. Like, I’m in bed at a hotel, but that one particular bed, my bed, is different: unforgettable. Just like you – I’ll never forget you. My life changed because of you. I changed because of you. I wish everything would stay just like this. Perfect, forever.
I must’ve jinxed it by wishing that.
I don’t recognize parts of you anymore. It’s like you put on a mask. Or took one off. You’re different. I can’t decide whether that’s good or bad. Probably both. You’re probably just tired.
I don’t know what to think anymore. I’m being too sensitive. People change. This is nothing. I still don’t think it’s “nothing” though. Is everything ok?
I’m here, right here, just for you.
Ugh, what the heck is happening anymore? Why are some things so dang confusing?
I’m drifting. The current of the river of life pushes me. I let it carry me away, but every time, I look back. Every time, I push against the current to come back. I want to be close to you, but what do you want?
I shouldn’t be worrying about this. I know you. You’re fine…
Do I know you anymore? Did I ever know you? All I want is for things to be like how they were before.
I miss you.
mikkel jonck schmidt – morning light – unsplash