You are... mysterious.
You carry yourself in a way that I find unique. In a way that I adore.
With time I find that you long for someone else. My desire to talk to you is still as strong.
All I can do is meet you. Through other people.
Years later, im beginning to be grinded down.
Seeing you with other people breaks me in ways I can't explain.
Through people I find out things I don't want to.
But somehow, my heart is still longing to meet you. The real you. The you whos story isn't compromised by others.
Years later and im still here.
But instead the real you met me.
The me that was broken time and time again.
But you, boy, slowly put me back together.