Hope

There is a special someone who I think I have deeply affected, if not mentally, spiritually. It's not like I wanted it to happen, but the strangest of all things is, things don't always happen the way I meant it to. Sometimes, I don't even understand myself, but I guess that wouldn't even be a sufficient reason for things. Sometimes, when people tell me about me, I start to lose myself, and become more of what others want me to be. I start forgetting my own roots. I start forgetting my past. And most importantly, I start to lose that bond. Just because I become so transparent. I'm very confused.

But so are you, so it wouldn't be fair to judge us this way. Oversensitivity might be a good yardstick, but it's not even representative of how much our friendship is worth. I might not be giving people my best, but what is my best? I don't even know, and if you can tell me that my best is of a certain value, you are more than just wrong. Here is not a place to question, here is a place to look back and tell ourselves, "Hey, we were very stupid back then." But I guess it would only be courteous to do the righteous thing.

I'm sorry.

If the chain has already been broken, tell me that we can walk down the street as mere acquaintances. But, be assured, that can never happen. Because we are more than we think we are. And I thank you for that. From the start.