I write to you in a language that isn't yours so that we have that anonymity left. You see, it's uncomfortable to feel familiar to you, or to the idea of you. I wanna know what would have happened if us existed. The us you destroyed. It doesn't matter if it makes me happy or not. That possibility is enough. I smile because I have a story to tell and I have grown up enough to tell both the sides of the story.
I see you, I wanna know how you feel when you remember a certain memory. I wanna read that sentence that sends you back in that year and day. I wanna dance to the songs that hold you while you're stuck in the past. I wanna see you from different eyes because you already are talking to me in a different tone.
But because it doesn't matter, I'll be happy with the possibility of it.
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