What do you do when all you can think about is that special person? How do you feel? Embarrassed, ashamed. That all I want to do is send a message and be noticed again. Explaining how I’m beginning to feel. And if I’m brave enough, how I’ve felt for a long time now.
After everything that’s been going on in my life, there has been one ongoing constant; You.
You were one of the first people I spoke to before moving to Vancouver. And I’ve never forgotten you. I’d think of you as the seasons changed. I’d wonder what you were doing and where you were. —I still do.
I see you more often nowadays. And I’m thankful for it. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like I was living. And every interaction, I feel like I’m starting to belong little by little.
I’m starting to see the truth of things. The maybe harsh reality of it all. I’m just a cog in addition to the machine of your life. And I can’t see the full outcome.
There’s so many things I want to say. But I feel that I can’t. Somethings in my way. Maybe it’s myself. Maybe it's you?