It's been a year. Did you know? A year since you saw me and I saw you. I don't mean literally. I mean in a way that matters. Why is being friends so hard? Why do I always want more? Why are you never enough? And there I have to stop myself. All three statements are false. We were friends and it was smooth and comfortable and lovely. I don't want more, I want the truth. It's not that you're not enough. It's just that I need to understand you in ways other than words. A no name relationship. Seems like I've only ever had those in my life. But when it comes to you and I, I know it's not a bad thing. It's just how we are. Us. Oori. Three languages. One heart. Not because you don't have one. But because in the moments I speak and you listen and understand and in moments you speak and I listen and understand...we are not separate. If I wanted to fictionalise this I would say...whatever souls are made of yours and mine are the same. But that's not true. And I think that's why we like each other. We like the parts in each other that we don't have. The similarities connect us on a superficial level. The differences connect us on a soulful level. I can already hear your voice in my mind saying, 'ney bajayo'. That means 'yes, that's right.' But of course you know that. You've known that and more for a year now. Time to learn new things? Time to continue being Oori in our own way?
