now you're home

I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and they’re already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that don’t have real words yet. it’s being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because you’re known. god. what a gift.

hey, do you mind if i immensly value our relationship, in a way i'll never properly be able to fully verbally communicate

'seven' being about feeling like you've lost your younger self, wondering if you'll ever find that version of you that could be happy just swinging high over the creek, and 'i knew it, i knew you' being about feeling like that past version of you just moseyed back into your life like no time has passed, nothing was lost.