Honestly, I hold in a lot.
When I am upset, I really don’t like to tell anyone.
Especially the person who made me feel that way.
No matter how much anyone asks, the answer will always be, “I’m fine.” Even if it is not true.
Sometimes you meet someone,
and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level, belong together.
As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different.
You just work, whether you understand one another, or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime.
You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive.
I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
Maybe one day we’ll find the place where you and I could be together.
And we’ll catch our dreams within the waves of change.
So smile for me one last time and believe that we’ll meet again.
Until then, I will be missing you.