I can't control the weather, these dark clouds loom over me. I want to be okay, I want these clouds gone. But I know that it will be over soon. I can only wait it out.
She was eager to meet me. When fate eventually blessed us to introduce ourselves, she clung to me, like a child reunited. There’s this sense of familiarity I cannot explain. Despite just meeting, she is someone who knows me very well, & she is someone I know very well. I felt a rush of love. It was nothing romantic or exciting, but rather calm & warm. She is someone I have loved for a long time. If someone suggested that she was a past life love, I would believe it. Perhaps the hopeless dreamer within me is delusional, but if it were true, I am glad I got to see her again.
I hate to admit it, but I always come back to check up on everyone, even if they have forgotten about me. A part of me wishes I didn't care either, but my stubbornness holds. I say I have moved on, but a part of me still wishes to hear that they've been doing well.
To my friend I have drifted away from throughout the years: I may seem distant these days, but I promise I’m always here, watching from afar, making sure you're okay. I will never tell you this, but I like to check up on you. You only come to me when you need me, but I am okay with that, that's what I'm here for. It makes me quite happy to see you find your confidence. I have noticed that you smile in pictures now. A real smile, beaming with radiance & happiness. I see you’re happier, & seeing that makes me happy too.