My favourite pencil, a notebook and a text to write. All so familiar but why can not I write a thing? Why did I suddenly become so weird? My face went all red I believe, fingertips were ice cold, my heart was pounding. I saw you.
You were there looking at me after all those years, like nothing happened.
I knew what to do, I planned it well, I knew what to say, what to wear to my revenge meeting(!), how to act... However, all I could say was " Hey! How are you?".
No, you weren't there like nothing happened, in fact I was there like nothing happened. Otherwise, I would yell at you, I would be angry with you, I would tell you to go far far away from me.
You don't go far away from me! Make everybody else go far away, make me believe in you again and hold me tight.
Don't be like city lights in the dark; blinking from distance, telling to come closer but once you get close enough stop blinking and not even letting you to see the sky and the stars.
Just make your eyes my home. Bright, warm, untouched and welcoming...
Now, I am sitting here again on my own but this time I can write. As I write each word, I understand once again that you are worse than the city lights...