I was neither ready nor prepared to be one half of a we no matter how right it felt.
What am I to you? I ask because, although I have an old school romantic spirit, I live in a new school keep-it-casual culture and need to discover your truest intentions before deploying my heart.
“I miss you.”
Thanks for making me stronger. Wiser. And a little more selfish.
Yet here we are–you running towards me, me walking towards you.
“Yes, this was always me.”