TrieneKata

A University degree, four books and hundreds of articles and I still make mistakes when reading. You wrote me 'good morning' and I read it as 'I love you'.

There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.

You will always be the one that got away.

We met again. And even though our paths took so many turns, here we are. Again.

“When you really love someone, you see all their mess and their brokenness and you love them anyway. In fact, seeing all of that sort of makes love them you more.”

I know I have your attention,

“Always seeing you in every crowd, always searching for you wherever I’d go.”