five
There were things I never realized until you were gone, there were things I never realized until you came back.
What are you to me? This is a question that still gets me confused when I try to answer. Even now, after so many years have passed, I still don't know exactly what kind of presence you have in my life. Were you a big part of my life, or were you not as significant as I thought? I don't know, because I stopped thinking about you for a long while, but now that I've met you again, I realized how much I still enjoyed your company. I'm stuck between all kinds of answers, and I can't exactly describe how I feel about you.
It's been so long. We met almost six years ago, and we haven't actually talked that much for around five years. Five years seem hauntingly long to me, considering that it's actually a third of my life. So many old things can change and so many new things can happen within such a long time span. I can't really seem to grasp the concept of such a long period of time. It's so long that I can't seem to feel it. If it was the only bridge between you and me, the other end would be far beyond my sight, far out of my reach. But now, as I've met you again after so long, I think I can recall vaguely how I felt back then.
Talking to you again brought back so many memories. It was like peeking through a small window into my past long ago. All of a sudden, it was as if everything wasn't that long ago. I thought for a moment, that if I reached out my hand, I would be able to grab onto those memories again. That was the moment when I realized that maybe everything had always been next to me, it was just that I never noticed them. Was it a thing in the past, or is it still a big part of the present? I felt that our fate brought us to meet once again after so many years. It's something to be celebrated for; it's a wish of mine that was granted many years later. You are still you, the one who first shone light on me back then, the path on which I first saw hope in.
We've both grown a lot -- you've become mature, and I've become more rational. Instead of the unsettled feelings I had because of you back then, I now feel an incredible sense of relief and calmness when I talk to you. Everything has solved itself, all my problems have perished. Things feel so different and familiar at the same time now. So many things have changed us over the years. However, when you're next to me, I still feel thankful and hopeful, because you still take care of me with so much kindness and compassion. It's still you, your heart remains unchanged, and my admiration and respect towards you also stayed the same.
I'm particularly grateful because, coming to think about it, so many things could've fallen apart in five years. It really surprised me how even without exchanging words for so long, you still kindly share with me your stories and feelings. Back then, listening to you was my favourite thing to do, and it still is, and will always be.
What are you to me? This is a question that still gets me confused when I try to answer. Even now, after so many years have passed, I still don't know exactly what kind of presence you have in my life. Were you a big part of my life, or were you not as significant as I thought? I don't know, because I stopped thinking about you for a long while, but now that I've met you again, I realized how much I still enjoyed your company. I'm stuck between all kinds of answers, and I can't exactly describe how I feel about you.
It's been so long. We met almost six years ago, and we haven't actually talked that much for around five years. Five years seem hauntingly long to me, considering that it's actually a third of my life. So many old things can change and so many new things can happen within such a long time span. I can't really seem to grasp the concept of such a long period of time. It's so long that I can't seem to feel it. If it was the only bridge between you and me, the other end would be far beyond my sight, far out of my reach. But now, as I've met you again after so long, I think I can recall vaguely how I felt back then.
Talking to you again brought back so many memories. It was like peeking through a small window into my past long ago. All of a sudden, it was as if everything wasn't that long ago. I thought for a moment, that if I reached out my hand, I would be able to grab onto those memories again. That was the moment when I realized that maybe everything had always been next to me, it was just that I never noticed them. Was it a thing in the past, or is it still a big part of the present? I felt that our fate brought us to meet once again after so many years. It's something to be celebrated for; it's a wish of mine that was granted many years later. You are still you, the one who first shone light on me back then, the path on which I first saw hope in.
We've both grown a lot -- you've become mature, and I've become more rational. Instead of the unsettled feelings I had because of you back then, I now feel an incredible sense of relief and calmness when I talk to you. Everything has solved itself, all my problems have perished. Things feel so different and familiar at the same time now. So many things have changed us over the years. However, when you're next to me, I still feel thankful and hopeful, because you still take care of me with so much kindness and compassion. It's still you, your heart remains unchanged, and my admiration and respect towards you also stayed the same.
I'm particularly grateful because, coming to think about it, so many things could've fallen apart in five years. It really surprised me how even without exchanging words for so long, you still kindly share with me your stories and feelings. Back then, listening to you was my favourite thing to do, and it still is, and will always be.
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