I’ve known you for 3 years and I always thought we were
anything but similar. Of all the time I spent with you and all the secrets we
shared, all I could encapsulate was that we were two different people from two completely
different worlds that could never become one. I could never imagine stepping
into yours and you probably didn’t want to step into mine.
I was always unsure if you even liked me. And I felt like
you didn’t know how much I adored you. Contemplating my words before, to make sure
you understood exactly what I meant and I always ended up feeling the opposite.
And now that I see you go through the same things I’d
just happen to overcome, I can’t help but feel I’m looking at my reflection in
the water. The reflection went through the same experiences I had to go
through. It has my blurry outlines, but it’s still me.
And right now, I’m struggling to make you feel better if I
can. Tell you the same things you told me that Friday afternoon. I don’t know
if you believe me when I tell you that I have felt exactly the same, or I’ve
cried for the same reasons, but it’s really true. I don’t blame you if you tell
me it’s not the same. Our wounds might
be different, but they’ll leave the same scar. All I’m trying to tell you that
I’ve been there where you are now; just to make you realize that it’s okay to
feel this way. It’s okay to feel completely shattered, it’s okay to yearn for
somebody who has, now, become so alienated.
I thought we’d always be two different people in our two
completely different worlds that could never become one. But now we seem to be
in the same world, rather we seem to be the same person. Maybe we’ve always been the same but we were
too occupied to notice our similarities. And now 3 years later that I’ve known
you, I know now that we’re anything but different.