ramblings

why am i even writing this? to know that everything that came and went really happened, that it was real - at least for my part.

yes, i like you. starting from the day that you let your guard down, when you introduced who you really are - your imperfections, your angst, your dreams, your fears, your resentments and resolutions, your failures and successes.

you are my equal. you did not falter when i tried to scare you. you stood your ground and humbled me in ways you'll never know. you matched my pace even when i was trying to run away from you. i stared, you stared.

i miss you. i miss hearing the truths that come out of your mouth. i miss the beauty that radiates through your eyes. i miss everything about you.

but this is by far the most that i can do, ramble without you having even a tiny speck of knowledge about it. because this isn't about you, it's about me. and how i deal with my fears.