Would You?
I still have so many things I want to tell you.
About my days, about how life has been without you.
But I know I don’t get to tell you those things anymore.
So they just… stay with me.
Sometimes all I can do is sit, remembering you in the smallest, most random moments.
Like when everything suddenly goes quiet,
and my mind decides to go back to you again.
Life feels really different now.
Not in a dramatic way —
just… off.
Back then, everything felt full. Simple. Safe.
Like I didn’t have to question everything all the time.
Like I could just exist without thinking every little thing.
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Now it’s the opposite.
Most of the time, I feel uneasy.
With people, with situations, with everything.
Even with myself.
It’s like I don’t really feel like me anymore.
Like I’m playing a version of myself I don’t fully recognize.
Like something is missing, but I don’t know how to name it,
I just know it used to be there.
Turns out, it was you.
The peace that came into my life.
Now everything feels blurry, something’s always in the way.
And everything feels fragile too, like it wouldn’t take much for things to completely fall apart.
Tell me,
how does your world look now?
Does it still feel like home to you?
If you had a chance,
would you walk with me in the rain again?
Just long enough for me to remember
what it feels like to come home to myself again.
